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Rise of the Crusader

After the acid rainfall, which killed about a quarter of the world's population. Mankind was still recovering from that horrible incident when superpowers gave rise to society. With about sixty percent of mankind possesses various abilities from manipulation of elements, invulnerability, super strength, shape-shifting, acid generation, etcetera. The world soon stepped into the era of the supernatural. In the new supernatural community, flocking around with heroes who deemed themselves as the guardian of the society, and villains who wanted to rebuild the world in their way, humans without superpowers are being discriminated against and looked down on. Raphael, a teenager from one of the undeveloped communities in the world, turned out to be a genius among geniuses. Apart from being born with the power to induce decay on anything whether the target was organic or not, he also had an extraordinary talent in the field of technology and mechanics, and he could build technological advancement, enhancement, and weaponry. Once enrolled in the infamous academy for villains, watch as Raphael bends the world to his will and finally brings peace and stability to the supernatural world. This time around, it will be a new world… A world of truth, not lies. ******* Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction, I have no intention of offending any kind of group, any resemblance to actual people, places, events, and even business are either coincidental or used fictitiously.

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Final Tournament IV

The power to manipulate gravity.

It was no secret that the academy was capable of so many feats, one of which made the impossible somewhat possible.

However, the tech division only revealed a tip of what they were truly capable of. It was said that only the dean knew how capable the tech division was.

Azarov was still in midair, trying as much as to get away from this predicament, he was in. But, regardless of his effort, or how he moved, he was unable to regain his stance.

As he raised his head, staring at Aurora, his mouth couldn't help but open slightly.

"Oh, oh!"

Those words escaped Azarov's mouth, and a second after he spoke, he was bombarded with ice spikes.

The spikes penetrated deep into his body, and as if that weren't already enough, he was enveloped by flames soon after.

"Arghhhh~!"

Azarov had sworn not to be terrified of death, as death was nothing but an ally to him. He had gone through hell and concluded that only the weak felt pain.