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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 52: Escape from Ved’ma Village (3)

As John tightened Captain Maximav’s wrist, the captain was forced to release Hugo from his grasp. He freed his arm before leaping backward to give himself some space between his new adversary. He was shocked to see the familiar man.

“You! You’re that shameless hobo who guards the Weaponry!” Captain Maximav pointed out. “What are you doing here, John Kingson!? Why are you here!?”

John remained silent, taking out a bottle of vodka and gulping it. He then wiped his mouth before putting the bottle back underneath his hood while giving a cold, intimidating glare at the captain.

“What do you think, Captain Maximav?” John then pointed to the red ribbon on his arm to give the captain the clue. “This should answer your question, right?”

Captain Maximav growled in anger, “You’re one of the so-called Resistance!?”

“Not just one of them.” John cracked his knuckles before smirking nonchalantly. “I’m the one who leads them.”