webnovel

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
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
190 Chs

Realm of Paradigm

Truth soon be untold, faltered by the egocentrism of curiosity.

The moment my sight was contacted by the content of the film roll, my soul and breath was forcefully taken from my body. Not to the afterlife, but to somewhere outside of human's comprehension.

Little did I know that I was taken for such a grand exploration to the unknown. The belittling of this event never came to my mind for a second.

Floating bits of island made out from rock. Geometrical arts of crystal and granite were showcased within the vast and limitless gallery of white, and the fear of the unknown.

I stood on top of one of those small floating islands. Connected to it, were a path that consisted of bridges of woods and ropes, leading the way to the other island and another.

While the realm was a literal limitless white, the amount of the floating platforms was enough to almost create the illusion that this place was extremely dusty with the amount of small dots of island of rocks in the far distance.