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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.

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The hurled floating platform was pierced by my forcefield as I made it to be unmoving still in the air. I found out that it was also a neat thing that I could stood on top of it 

"This is why I never use anything that is faster than my reflex against an enemy."

"I couldn't believe that a young Arcadian is capable of this," the man said, donning his distasteful glare.

"The world you lived in must be really primordial compared to mine then."

"Who knows." The man shrugged, not blinking for once. "The process of the convergent evolution of the 'Grandparent' in my world's time chronicles is the only beginning. In fact, a lesser life form could even take me as a living fossil."

Now that I've pretty much made myself an accomplice with the art of sprawling strings, it would be better if I could have another type of long and grippy manifestation for convenience and utility usages.