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Theos Krustallos (God Crystal)

Theos Krustallos is a story about young mortals who possessed the power of gods. They were exposed by the Theos Krustallos (God Crystal), an ancient artifact that stored half of the Old Gods’ power from different pantheons before their death during Ragnarök (Doom of the Gods). They became the new species of humans called Godlings. But you may call them… The New Gods. Join them in their grand, perilous adventures after escaping from a terrorist organization known as the Fatherland. Will they become heroes? Will they become villains? Find out in this brand new original fantasy novel. This story is inspired by Percy Jackson & The Olympians (along with the spin-offs) by Rick Riordan, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, and the Cthulhu Mythos by H.P. Lovecraft. THE GREAT PROPHECY: A new beginning of gods is coming The world shall hear the sound of humming Seven rose against all odds Peace or destruction, judge by the new gods ——— Please show support to me and my work. This is my first ever original story after working on fanfic stories in Fanfiction.Net. I never would have thought I'd be able to make an original one. I started with the mythology genre because I fell in love with it after reading Percy Jackson and learning mythology from various YouTube channels. I’ll try my best to provide the best storylines. I have so many ideas in my head that I want to incorporate, so make sure you don’t miss it. If you want to see my other works. Head to Fanfiction.Net and look for my username - KiddoIsTheBest. You’ll probably enjoy those more unless you aren’t a fanfic fan. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy the story unfold.

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Chapter 49: Dark Secret of Ved’ma Village (3)

When Ezekiel and Hugo entered the Weaponry, they didn’t expect the place to be a mess. There were empty bottles of beer on the floor, a bunch of broken weapons that were scattered everywhere and some even impaled on a wall, a couple of plants that withered away for presumably a long time, and the wooden interior of this place was damaged by termites.

There’s also an unbearable awful stench of smell. If they weren’t godlings, they would’ve probably been knocked out by now. This isn’t what they expected this place to look like after just escaping from the mayor’s office. This doesn’t scream like Weaponry, but more of an abandoned house for an irresponsible person.

“Pardon the… mess of my place.” The skinny bearded man apologized for the abominable appearance of the Weaponry. He then grabbed a wooden stool and sat down. “This place… hasn't been in maintenance for a couple of years now. Why would it anyway? It’s just junk for storing old weapons.”