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Dimensional Descent

The Third Dimension is collapsing. The Fourth Dimension is descending. First it seemed that only technology would evolve, but who knew the world itself could too? It wasn’t as simple as climate change or tectonic movement. No, the fundamental laws of physics that governed everything were changing. Leonel was fairly lucky. His family was decently well off, his father loved him enough to brew vomit inducing nutrient rich smoothies every morning, and this was both the day of the National Championship and his 521st confession to his dream girl, Aina. As his father always said, nothing was more important than respect and persistence. Unfortunately, everything changed that night. At the after party of ages, the world reached a saturation point and an apocalypse descended. Abilities awakened. Sub-Dimensional Zones opened. Invalids rampaged through the Earth like a virus... Those who could evolve would have a slim chance for survival. Those who couldn’t would die. This novel will be a unique spin on the dungeon/system genre. Dungeons won't be dungeons and the system won't be a system... Take a look to find out what I mean :) -------- For Updates - @Awespec on twitter or https://discord.gg/awespec for discord https://www.instagram.com/awespec_/ https://dimensional-descent.fandom.com/wiki/Aina_Brazinger

Awespec · Fantasia
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3225 Chs

Why Not?

Aina was finally blown back, unable to withstand the carnage. Up above, Nana seemed to have finally lost her battle. The portal had slipped away into a sliver and was moments from closing. At the same time, Drake tried his best to support James, Joel, and the others, but the tide of enemies was too large. It was even to the point that most of the powerhouses were directly ignoring them, lazily allowing their subordinates to take aim.

There were a lot of sayings for what one would experience when the end of their lives came. But there were a lot fewer when it was about the end of the world.

There might have been a song or two, but nothing as profound or daunting as the real thing. There was nothing as beautiful as seeing one's life in a final spurt of consciousness, there was just nothing but endless suffering and pain.