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Man?Monster?God?.

"Finally dead. Gone, away from that wretched world and the scum that live on it I only wish I had power, if only, I would destroy that planet, no announcement, no display of power, Just... death" These are the word of a dead man who has always suffered. His one good feature turned him into a slave. Little does he know he is going to be transported to another world. Or 3. Who knows? In his new world, a world ruled by Fragrance, the thing that brings peace, by creating chaos, contained in a world of time,that the inhabitants get lost in as they face death and solitude. They enslave it but are enslaved by it. Will Enopy succumb to hard times, and let himself be thrown at death once again, or will he reach his goal of immortality, taking down all obstacles and creating a world of blood, with no care weather he is hated or worshiped This is not a novel about the enemy of man. Our is it? Maybe it's enemy of monsters? , or god? , we’ll just have to find out, Just watch the mc turn into a man, a monster, or a god.Or maybe he'll be killed by them. Hello Everyone I am a new author and there is currently 100+ unlocked chapters out now it would be great if y’all could support me thanks and enjoy https://cash.app/$MuhammedFt3

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Experiments

Enopy took a short bath and relieved his bowels; he dressed in a black kimono, black inscribed boots, and black inscribed gloves.

He sat in a small training ground that was in his dimensional living space and took out the small stack of techniques.

He started with the puppet technique. He slowly pulled out its meaning which soon revealed itself to be a transparent wooden puppet that had fine strings that disappeared at its ends, "the same as the name."

He then moved on to bind; he slowly pulled out its meaning which soon revealed itself to be a transparent leash with no evident features. he wasted no time observing it and moved on to, memory manipulation, it showed the form of transparent printed pictures and scissors cutting right through them. Enopy was fascinated by it, but he still forced himself to move on.

He went to the thought jet, which showed a form of transparent fire composed of little words.