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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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Intermezzo-Nihil: Type A Archetype

"Well then," I took two steps away before throwing my last glance to the Bad Fable. "Let's meet with another Mediator, shall we?"

Han-gil followed me after.

"Alrighty then, I can have some break, now that I have a reason to let this side of the Lowstreet run wild."

Seeing the cues, I led the way out of this brawl zone to the next alley.

"Not like many of them would learn that much, I bet you for two thousand Solus that there would still be a clash even after years of brawl crushing from a man who could literally defy the gods."

Han-gil's smile widened. "Since when did you have the consent to compliment me? I'm starting to think that you're no longer the creepy Faust that I knew."

"Maybe, maybe I'm not."

No longer the creepy Faust you knew, huh? I guess that was an improvement on my part, for better or worse.