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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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From the illumination of their lanterns, their faces could be glimpsed. Red eyes and red hairs. Two males and two females. They donned the appearance of teenagers in contrast to their disciplined and mature selves. One would rarely see one of their kin, let alone a group of four of them in one place.

Their leader had the shortest stature amongst all, yet the voice that escaped from his throat was deepest.

"The Fool of the Hunter Gathering." The leader, Aaron, stared at me with no shed of emotion plastered on his face. "The representative of the 'Academy' is led by me, I hope that you won't pay an ounce of mind in this matter, so I assume."

Are you assuming or hoping!?

"Nonetheless, the Feemeister still knew of this place. Likewise, I won't mind. Make yourself at home."

Aaron slightly bowed. "I appreciate the hospitality."

The rest three followed suit. Immediately afterwards, they moved to their position, beginning the preparation for the 'Lanterns Ascension'.