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Threads of the Soul

[Assessment Complete. Activating Mutagen, Please Standby….] A normal day is suddenly turned on its head when a single voice utters those fateful words into the minds of every single soul on the planet. It was after those words that every single man, woman and child was granted the opportunity to gain fantastical abilities in the name of evolution. Not even the plants or animals were spared by the words of this mysterious voice. Yet not everyone got what they hoped for. Some developed no powers at all, their bodies not yet ready for the process. Others, were simply too frail to handle it. Mutating into horrific creatures, nightmares made real. Seth Quinn, a slightly below average IT worker, developed a unique ability. The Puppeteers Threads. The ability to turn inanimate objects into his obedient puppets. Will he and those he loves survive in this hellish new world? Will his new ability lead him to a life of greatness he always dreamed of? Could he become a Master of Puppets? ----------------------------------------------------- A book about an apocalyptic world and the powers that have risen within. Following the unique blend of necromantic and Summoning abilities, with a twist that offers many more opportunities. Warnings for graphic descriptions of death and injury. There will be bloodshed. You have been warned.

MarzAttackz · Fantasia
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SSS rank stealing skill at the end of the world

Since he was currently hunkering down in a clothing store, there was no reason that Seth could find to stay in his current attire. For one, they were in absolute tatters after so many different fights, unfortunately built for conformity over combat. A clear design flaw.

Secondly, after wearing them for so long, even in his catatonic cocoon state, the ratty rags that had once been his work suit was absolutely soaked with sweat. Thankfully that was the only body fluid, as his cocoon had seemingly slurped up all the bloodstains for the pittance of nutrition it gave him. Yet despite the stains no longer being there, they still left a scar of psychological filth.

So, it was time for a little bit of shopping. Or would it be more akin to shoplifting at this point?