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Blood Monarch System

{Dropped. Read Lord of Doom, highly recommended, it's my current read now} Michael was a teenager who had lost everything to the war against the vicious Makisis - his entire family, all of his friends (not that he had many to begin with), and his sense of purpose were all gone. At the brink of death, he thought he had lost all hope. With everything that mattered to him gone, there was nothing left to live for. However, a mysterious system appeared, offering him quests and missions to level up. He was hesitant for his hope to return but he listened to the system anyway, having no other options. To his disbelief, he began to get stronger than he ever thought was possible. Yet the power came with a steep price. He could tell he was changing into something more sinister, driven by an insatiable hunger for blood. [Blood...] [Drink blood or face punishment...] It was a system that derived power from blood - a vampire system. [Mass Consumption required] and an... ________ Note: This is an adaptation/ inspiration from the book "My Vampire System"

Danespl · Fantasia
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105 Chs

#Set 1

"Want to check out the tournament? It's about to start," Cole suggested, breaking the comfortable silence in the room. For a moment, the others hesitated, reluctant to leave the cozy space. But after a brief consideration, they agreed to join Cole.

As they exited the room, their screens flashed with a message providing directions to the arena. The catch? No transportation would be provided - they'd have to walk the extra mile, literally. This, apparently, was part of the rigorous training. The walk was about thirty minutes, other students had began the trek.

The four of them began the walk along with other students at the front chatting and joking while watching a video on their screen. The four of them inserted their hands into their pockets while walking like a gangster.

Unbeknownst to them, Kaylee and Lisa were behind the four. The two of them were also going through their screens, not noticing them at their front.