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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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-Do not buy this chapter yet

It seemed like having to encounter an non-hostile Arcadian on the Streetlight Talon was too much of a luck. Now that there was a normal Arcadian who wasn't some sort of dimensional lord from another dimension who was somehow kind enough to give me a trinket and sound advice, I really don't like how my luck would occur once again in the future.

As for how I managed to make her appear, it was more of a boring hypothesis, really. The presence of her existence lingered upon both me and Roger specifically, and the strength of the presence weakened with every distance that set both of us apart.

There must be some complicated reason behind all of this. But in terms of probability, the simplest answer was always the right one. So I tried to determine the flow of change to see if there were any extra variables in the mix before searching around for some spells or special ancestral ability that was recorded inside my memory.