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The Day I Gained Rekra

Arel found himself standing in a place that defied description. It wasn't a room, or a landscape, or anything he could remotely categorize. It was more like… an echo of thought, a mix of light and shadow, a feeling of vastness that made his head spin. Before him, or rather, all around him, were The Architects. "Arel Glyndove," a chorus of voices resonated, not through his ears, but directly into his mind. "We have observed you." Arel, despite the overwhelming strangeness of it all, managed to keep his voice steady. "Observed me? Who are you?" "We are The Architects," the voices replied, their tone devoid of emotion, yet filled with a profound sense of power. "We are those who shaped your reality, who unleashed the force you call Rekra." Arel's brow furrowed. "Rekra? That's… that's what Elvira was talking about." "Indeed," the voices confirmed. "And you, Arel Glyndove, possess a unique connection to it." A wave of images flooded Arel's mind: shimmering gears, swirling colors, the feeling of time bending. He shook his head, trying to clear the confusion. "What do you mean? I'm just a locksmith." "You are more than that," the Architects stated. "Your latent Rekra potential is… extraordinary. It transcends the limitations of your world, possessing a multiversal scale." Arel stared at them, his mind struggling to process the information. "Multiversal? I don't… I don't understand." "We offer you a choice," the Architects said, their forms shifting, revealing glimpses of countless realities. "Join us. Transcend your mortal form. Become a force capable of shaping existence itself." Arel looked around at the shifting, boundless space, at the Architects' forms of pure energy. He thought of his workshop, the familiar scent of oiled metal, the feel of a perfectly crafted lock in his hands. "That's… a lot to take in," he said, his voice quiet. "But… I don't think so." The Architects' forms pulsed, a subtle shift in their energy. "You refuse?" "Yeah," Arel said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm just a locksmith. I like fixing things. I like… doorknobs. And I've got a town to get back to." "Your potential is wasted on such trivialities," the Architects said, a hint of something resembling curiosity in their voices. "Maybe," Arel said, shrugging. "But it's my triviality." The Architects' forms shimmered, then began to fade. "As you wish, Arel Glyndove. But know this: you cannot escape your potential. It will shape your path, whether you choose it or not." And then, Arel found himself back in his workshop, the scent of oiled metal filling his nostrils, the familiar tools scattered across his workbench. The conversation felt like a dream, yet the echo of the Architects' words still resonated in his mind.
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OP in the Apocalypse: I Gained a Zombie System and Became the Top Dog

Tropes: - Rëvërsë Häräm - R18 - Badass Morally-Grey MC - BD$M - System - Revenge - Rebirth - Rich Family Members - Hot Ex-in-laws - Those Green Tea and White Lotus Bitchës - Crazy Best Friend - Gangs/Organised Crime - Superpowered - Forced Proximity - Face-Slapping In her first life, Daria idolised her boyfriend, Rain, and ignored the flying red flags flashed in her face, the dubious friendship between her best friend Molly and Rain shoved to the back of her mind because she wasn't going home and couldn't afford to leave. At least, that is what she likes to tell herself. Until she returned from work early, a string of strange news alerts of people attacking each other worldwide forced her sweet boss to send everyone home for the day. Fighting the crowds of others running home, narrowly avoiding what she knew was a Zombie only to find out that Molly had accidentally fallen on top of Rain, repeatedly for months in her bed. Had they so quickly forgotten that this bed was brought with her clean money in her house? Apparently not, and in Daria's grief, she had awoken the power to control lightning and found herself seconds away from "accidentally" killing her snake of a partner. The other end of the snake had snuck up behind her and knocked her out. Now they had her house, locking her in the safe room and removing all the food, water, and exit buttons. When they tried to sell her to a research lab, she managed to blow up her safe room and force the door to open. But when she ran the several long streets towards her mom's hotel, she was turned away at the door by her stepdad, and he watched her get dragged away kicking and screaming, never to be seen again. She survived another year in the research institute, closer to looking like a mental asylum, being injected and subjected to strange tests before it was overrun, and they were left to die. In her second life, she won't be so short-sighted, and her boyfriend, best friend, stepdad and the entire institute will die and become a part of her system horde and her twisted relationship with a fellow patient from her first life will set them on the path of revenge and victory.
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