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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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Opening the Conscious Realm

At this point, I didn't even know if my body was still connected to my consciousness. Surprisingly, the network of the Coalescence was still active so Adust and Kavka acknowledged the phenomenon that was happening to me.

"What do I need to do?" I asked myself, as there was nobody in here, not even the presence of Lambda to accompany.

Or so I thought at first.

"Describe what you see," said the usual overlapping voice of the elder Arcadian. In which I would prefer for her to cut out that gimmick because it somewhat irritates my hearing sense.

"A pitch of black, nothingness from the nulled horizons."

It might be my feeling, but I felt like Lambda was giving another proud smile before her next speech.

"A sentient being bore no such thing as content in their existence when it was first birthed into a space. It's all just a husk that reacts and captures all kinds of essence, converting valuable and tangible fragments of events that it is exposed to.