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The Proselyte's POV

Welcome to the City! A single clustered civilization that makes up 30% of Mother Earth. Anything beyond that is too incomprehensible to be cared about~ Our massive City is divided into 100 Districts, each with their own unique technological advancements and cultures. No two Districts are alike! One could be a land of utter zero privacy with skyscrapers and layered highways, and the next could be a land of strength with oriental warriors and mutants! So don't forget to equip yourself with equipment and enhancement from Workshops! They have everything from nano-tattoos, circuitry magitech scrolls, bionic weapons, augmentation procedures, martial-art cards, body bending potions, or even a reality defying technology known as the Tesseract of the World! Hmm? You want to know my name? Quite a cautious question, if you ask me. It's Faust Hecates, my esteemed guest~! Hmm. Don't you think that it's too early to trust me? _____________________ After years of standing beneath the jaded shade of the background, the man with unlimited knowledge, Faust Hecates, decided to join in the grand scheme of the universe once again—to show that neither the dusk nor the dawn should dare to mess with the Man who dealt with the Devil! _____________________ Noteworthy Tags: | Sci-fi Meets Fantasy — Veteran Protagonist — Post-Post Apocalypse — Syndicate Building/Organization Building — Semi-Dystopian — Monster Hunting — Weapon Crafting — Tech Crafting | Disclaimer: The cover illustration is not owned by me. It is ready to be taken down at any moment if requested.

TempoLane · Kỳ huyễn
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A Gift, The Beauty of the Present

"Poor kiddo," said Quixote, still with her awkward and sobering frown on her face. "We're just Mediators, don't need to be that harsh."

Tony sighed. "This is why there aren't as many people that respect us anymore."

"Well, don't worry about it." Quixote threw a smirk. "It won't be long until the Hunters Gathering got abo—"

Before she could finish her sentence, both Han-gil and I placed our hands on her mouth, not in the most gentle way.

We sealed this sober drug addict for the whole conversation within our position.

"'Abo' what?"

"She is just saying that the Hunters Gathering is an abomination," said me with no change in tone whatsoever. "Regardless, it seems like you have some client that is waiting for you for the progress of your service, may we know the numbers of the waiting line today."