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Last One Standing Vol 1 The First Wave

Last One Standing Vol 1 The First Wave

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Last One Standing is a 60,000+ word novel about a 17-year-old boy met with a challenge to preserve the world from devastating attacks and defeat powerful monsters rushing through gates that have turned the world upside down. Utilizing his unique system to vanquish his enemies, Aoi, is capable of leveling up and extracting information solely disclosed to him. Last One Standing, Vol 1 - The First Wave, is a novel where the leading character Aoi, must overcome many hardships. Suffering the loss of his comrades and friends but also meeting his supposedly deceased family members. Aoi must bear the weight of many heroes before him. For the past thousands of years, the system has selected many legendary heroes. And yet all have failed. It's now up to Aoi as the last chosen one to save the world with his unique fighting style. Fighting alongside him are his friends and rivals, Celeb, Aoi’s closest friend is capable of controlling pure mana allowing him to fire attacks greatly superior then those who control natural mana. Whereas, Aoi is capable of controlling anything and everything that contains matter. Unlike the others, Aoi is capable of leveling up his skills ranks, allowing him to grow to vaster lengths than the others. Granting him the ability to improve an infinite amount. However, Aoi is in a rush. The longer it takes to attain victory the more innocent people have to die. Will Aoi be able to save those around him? Or will he spend the rest of his life regretting the loss of his fallen comrades?

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Chapter 1 - Last One Standing

Last One Standing Volume 1 The First Wave

By Anthony Quimper

© Copyright 2024 Anthony Quimper

ISBN 979-8320015149

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. The characters are both actual and fictitious. With the exception of verified historical events and persons, all incidents, descriptions, dialogue and opinions expressed are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real.

 Chapter 1

Here I am, lying in the parched soil, covered in dirt with cuts all over my body and impaled by a gigantic spear binding me to my grave. Bruises blanket my skin, my bones turned to dust, my body incapable of the most trivial tasks and I'm alone... Once again... It sucks… guess it could be worse; I gave it my all, and my will never wavered but this ground where I lay is still tainted a shade of crimson. There is nothing I can do about it now, at least this life of pain is mine no longer.

Who am I kidding, I won't suffer anymore. So what? Who cares? I experienced a terrible life anyway. I won't ever encounter a day where I am content. It hurts, it hurts so much, but why? Just grant me a peaceful death; it's all I desire (sobbing). 

Why did things become like this? How did it become like this? Why was I the last one to die? Why? Why did I need to watch them all die?

old sprinkler turns on

"OH FOR FUCK SAKE, I WAS HAVING A MOMENT HERE YOU ANCIENT PIECE OF SHIT, FUCK YOU!"

(crying) Man…This sucks!

Before I slowly die, I perceive a light. It's such a radiant light. Maybe it's finally time, maybe I can at long last be at peace. For all one knows I'll go to heaven. Or maybe even hell, anything is better than this accursed place. This is exceedingly worse than hell! The light is so pleasant, it couldn't possibly be that bad. It must be beautiful on the other side of the light; it must be remarkable!

Coming out of the light is a beautiful figure. What type of great beauty is coming to save me? "What a beautiful creature you are '', I whisper. But the closer the angel gets, the uglier it becomes… Finally, it becomes clear that this is no angel, this thing is not even pretty in fact it's not even decent. It's... It's fucking ugly. But after all, why would anything good come for me? I mean, after all I've done, I'm lucky anything came.

"oh fuck"

In a chilling moment, the figure unleashed a harrowing scream, brandishing a sword as dark as the void itself. With a single fluid motion, it brought the blade down upon me. As I fell, a faint whisper grazed my ears, a haunting echo: "Die."

17 years ago