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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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Preaching for Abolishment: Part One

Lamenting the fate of his resting father, Hassan bit his lip and man up to hold his tear as he took the violin onto his shoulder, and placed the bow on top of the bridge.

Despite his complexion still shaken, the moment he played the first note, his whole body became calm and composed. The music that he weaved was a somber one, with long notes and intense bursts of emotion that happened periodically.

With him successfully playing the instrument, the art incantation was indirectly activated as the melody began to soothe every person that heard the unjustified and solemn music.

Random trails of blue and green wind appeared and began to orbit those who were graced. From the apprentice who stopped his work to listen to the chord, to both of the Mediators on the outside that were rather confused on what was happening aside from their knowledge of the Instrumental Arts.