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Doomsday Pillars

In January 2020, the world came to an end. When the plague started it, 80% of the population was wiped out. Despair. Tears– and blood dyed the earth. When the survivors thought there was no more hope.... They came. 1008 pillars dropped from the sky, scattered all around the world in more than 100 countries. The pillars became defensive bases for all of the survivors. But in the end...after 10 years of struggle... The human race still lost. This is a story of Alex, given a second chance to start anew, one month before it all started. Witness Alex's journey in saving the world, the human race, and his family. Uncover the secret of the pillars that give power to human mutation xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Video Trailer www.avans.xyz What will readers be expecting from this novel: *Realistic world background. (Battle in famous cities; Bali, Singapore, Sydney, Rome, Las Vegas) *Real historical quotes *Sci-fi as close to real-world science *Slice of Life WARNING : The first volume is the world building and preparation, so its a slow start. When the Pillar arrive, the novel will have more cultivation and system content. If you interested of more visual, feel free to join Doomsday Pillar discord, www.avans.xyz

Avan · Ficção Científica
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383 Chs

New Weapon

From within her storage ring, Aria calmly took out a large long box with a black and blue sheen covering its surface. Some of the fighters who didn't do anything noticed that the box was a box for storing a rifle.

Aria slowly stroked the surface of the box with an eager expression on her face. She then went ahead to grab the box's lid and opened it. From inside the box, she took out a black sniper rifle. The sniper rifle had a massive muzzle break on its end and was so long that it could almost reach her chest when positioned vertically.

It had been more than a year since Aria last used a long-range rifle, hence her current excited state. Alex could see how happy Aria was right now when he saw her affectionately stroking the rifle as if it was a baby born to her.