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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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Cheers!

The clock at the pub struck at five o'clock. Just like the surrounding Patron Syndicates and the customer that was minding their own business at the pub, the poised old bartender had his body sweating and nervous with the scenic view of all four Mediators filling one of the pub's tables.

Likewise, many of them put on an awkward expression as the scene unfolds.

"Have I gone senile? Are these hallucinations?" whispered the bartender to himself.

"H-hey," one of them pestered their shocked partner, whispering, "Why does everyone look so stiff??"

"You don't know about the Mediators of the Hunter Gathering!?" muttered that companion with disbelief. "These are high profiled people of this Lowstreet, I heard that one of them could take down an entire Syndicate if they wanted to."

Let alone taking down an entire Syndicate, we were just a poor and humble community service worker that symbolized the concept of peace in the most hostile type of environment on earth.