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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

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#ADVENTURE
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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#SUPERPOWERS
#APOCALYPSE
#EVOLUTION
#RIGHTEOUS
#SINGLEFEMALELEAD
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His Name Had Been...

The skies rumbled, and the battleships suddenly began to charge up. 

Aina collapsed onto Leonel's chest, her mournful sobs still soft, but the shaking of her body couldn't be hidden. 

The eyes of Joel and the others turned red. 

James clenched his fist hard, remembering the night of their last football game. 

~Why couldn't you just lose this one time?!~ 

He remembered roaring those words, feeling every syllable of them. He had been tired of Leonel's antics, knowing that he needed to lose that game, and yet he still insisted on winning it anyway. 

Leonel had always been obsessed with victory, with winning, with coming out on top. He hated it when others got one over on him, and he was certainly the last person who would run headfirst into a trap that he could see coming. 

But this time...