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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

Catastrophy_Y9 · Fantasia
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137 Chs

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"Hey...". Zita called out abrasively. "What is wrong with the way the guild's base looks? I think it looks fabulous, and only blind people like you that is unable to comprehend the inherent beauty behind it".

Beauty?... The ass of a horse has more inherent beauty than the location he is in. That is what Sango thought.

The air smells bad and tastes funny as well. It is a waste of time and resources to go through the effort of camouflaging their main base because frankly, he can't think of one sane man that will willingly want to make a trip down to this place.

It is like living in the main street that is advanced in all aspects that includes a proper conducive living condition, and all of a sudden you are asked to move to the back street.

The name has already said it all. It is as if one is returned backwards, forced to recede to a miserable life.