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Primal Gate

A lot of people wonder what happens when they die. Dylan didn't care. Life, quite frankly, had been shit. He was 28, lived with his syringe-ridden mother, and worked at a local fast food joint. The only saving grace in his life was his girlfriend, Lila. That was until he found her dead body on his porch, one night coming home from work. Before he even has a chance to recover from the shock, something hard and heavy hits his head, and everything goes black. "Dude, get up already." a deep, but smooth voice said in annoyance. "People usually don't take this long." Dylan slowly came to, with the realization that someone was talking. He couldn't make out what was said, so he decided to open his eyes. When everything focused, he noticed his entire field of view was covered with a mans face. 'Well you could call it a man, or I guess it could be a woman.' Dylan thought, as he contemplated this attractive strangers gender. The person then swept their slightly long, blonde hair out of their face. With that motion Dylan could see the full profile of the person. "It's about time," the person said. "You got slim-pickings when it comes to worlds to start from, so lets get going!" "Names Homer," the person said as they stretched a hand to help Dylan off the floor. "And, you died." Dylan's eyes narrowed, as he registered what Homer had said. 'Really?' he thought. "Thank God!" he shouted. "God-sss. With and 'S' young man." Homer said in a whimsical tone. "And oddly enough, one of them would like you to thank them in person." - A story of pain, regret, power, swords and magic. If you enjoy any of @Warmaisach's work, or other antihero/OP protagonist style novel's, you'll enjoy this! - Author: fxckshawnfiction Contracted with @webnovel Premium chapters start after chapter 20

fxckshawnfiction · 奇幻
分數不夠
78 Chs

XXVI

Being caught completely off guard meant Grain received the stranger's full powered attack to his back.

A orange light enveloped him from behind, and his consciousness left.

Only to return in less than a second, allowing him to witness his own body fly through dozens of trees, and mounds of dirt. Passing through vegetation and terrain for well over a kilometer. Each obstacle broke his body down worse than the previous, until his battered figure slammed against a large boulder.

His limbs were useless and he was sure he had a ton of internal damage. Bones poked out of places and at angles that defied basic anatomy, making him look like a botched action figure. His limbs pointing in different directions, and his body covered in blood and dirt, left him completely immobile.

Grains vison was blurry at best, but he could still see his opponent walking leisurely towards him.