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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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"Tell me your story," I said, wanting to find out the cause and intent of this object.

As I was doing my business, both Horus and Roger were pretty much exhibiting the behavior of a pack of bored cats who needed to see what the card was all about. So both of them were swarming me from both sides as they leaned forward to take a closer look.

"It looks like a normal card," said Roger, looking rather unimpressed.

"Who knows, maybe it is a hidden bomb," said Horus.

And no, it was obviously not a bomb, you warmongering dolt.

"As you can see, I've been pretty much lost within this journey of mine. At some point, I stumbled upon a cafe within a Hive. To my surprise, the cafe is entirely manned by a single eccentric person. As I'm feeling comfy with the atmosphere that the cafe exhibits, I talked to the person who acted as a bartender that time.