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My Guardian System: The Trader

In the current era, the world is on the brink of destruction. Humans are in a constant war against the alien race known as Invaders, and at the same time defending themselves from the relentless attack of the mutated beasts. To survive, the human civilization hides inside the cover of a wide-ranged shell made of Ex-Energy. It is the light particles from the humans who were born with their bodies surrounded by magical light. These humans were known as Ex-Humans. They are humanity's last hope... Depending on the density and brightness of light, the growth potential of these so-called Ex-Humans. However, one boy was born with just a fraction of it. Join and witness Jem Hansen, our protagonist, as he struggles to become the best man that his adopted grandfather wanted him to be. He was deemed as the weakest Ex-Human in the academy and betrayed by his party in their exploration inside a Desolate Region, where the danger lies everywhere. They left him while they escaped. He has to survive on his own! He, who had been the weakest among them all had to escape and hide to survive. Jem, who was chased by countless mutated beasts found himself trapped inside a monster-filled dungeon. In the last second of his life, an immense blinding light befalls him. Together with it, is the sudden voice in his head. [I am the soul collector and death instigator. Your guardian system, the bringer of death... and the trader.] A chill run down his spine upon hearing the voice in his head. #Cover not mine kudos to the owner#

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Flying monster

As they were walking away from the area where the dungeon entrance was, Old Barn noticed something when he glanced above. His forehead furrowed and his eyes narrowed. He watched carefully and tried to take a good look at what was flying in the sky.

Old Barn thought. 'They don't look like birds based on their appearance. Although they have wings like bats, they are much larger than real bats. Unless they are mutated bats. But I never heard of mutated bats roaming our area. So, what are those things?'

Oldman Barn called the two. "Wait, Jem, Miles. What are those things flying above us? " His granddaughter, Miles, looked at him when she heard her grandfather's question. Seeing her grandfather looking up, Miles also immediately turned her gaze upwards. Her forehead furrowed at the sight and her eyes widened. "Monsters!" Suddenly fear registered on their faces after she uttered it.