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OmniscientWriter

OmniscientWriter

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Level 999: I Accidentally Gacha'd the Apocalypse

I didn’t mean to destroy the world. Honest. One moment, I was an ordinary adventurer in a land of empires and cultivators, and the next, a mysterious system appeared in front of me: “Level 1: 10 Draws Available.” It sounded harmless at first. Ten draws… per level. How bad could it be? Turns out, anything can come out of the gacha. A level 1 heroine with SSS-ranked talent ? Sure. A level 1 skeleton soldier? Why not. A level 1 shoe? Okay. Or… a task so ridiculous it could ruin nations. Every time I complete a set of draws, I level up! But there’s always a catch. Some draws are instant. Some take days. Some require armies. And some… might accidentally summon the apocalypse. Starting at Level 1, I’ve got nothing but the system at my fingertips. Every pull could make me stronger… or make the world end a little faster. Leveling up is easy. Surviving? That’s the real challenge. Tags: #Action #Adventure #Apocalypse #Comedy #Cultivation #Gacha #Magic #System #Weaktostrong

OmniscientWriter · Fantasy
15 Chs

Nothing Personal, It's Just Power

Morals break. Loyalties shift. Love dies. Power? Power lasts. When the Splintering violently dissolved global systems, the old world order was replaced by a new hierarchy of violence. Mega-Corporations carved up the ruins, ruling over the neon-drenched dystopia with armies of augmented killers and weaponized AI. Cities fell. Brothers betrayed each other for a spark of strength, a single piece of clean tech. In the wreckage stood Lucian Vale. He wasn’t chosen by fate. He wasn’t blessed by destiny. But he saw what others refused to see. That justice is fragile. That faith is fleeting. That every bond, every vow, every tear… can be broken. From the carcass of civilization, Lucian carves his path—ruthless, unyielding, merciless. He’ll strike bargains with the Ghost Runners to destabilize the Net, topple the armed forces of the Hyperion Corporation, and slay The Protocol. Not for revenge. Not for glory. Not even for survival. But for the Throne of Command at the end of all struggle. "Don’t misunderstand," he says, with a smile colder than ice. "It’s not personal." It’s just power.

OmniscientWriter · Action
14 Chs