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Monstrification

Undeterred, the sheep cried out and charged at the towering lizard. But the power difference was evident—they could barely harm it. Eventually, the massive lizard reached Skye. Controlled Limit Removal. The muscles on Skye’s body expanded as veins wriggled under his skin. Boom! Skye raised his arms, catching the giant lizard’s front limb. The ground beneath his feet shattered, forming a deep pit. Roar! The lizard howled and pressed harder, forcing Skye’s legs to bend slightly. Limit Removal. The skin on Skye’s arms and legs tore apart as he pulled one arm back and punched forward with explosive force. His entire arm disintegrated upon impact. "Graar!" The lizard’s front half lifted into the air before crashing to the ground. The surrounding sheep seized the opportunity, charging in and ramming into the downed lizard. In the blink of an eye, Skye appeared atop its head, his arms regenerated. He clenched both of his hands together into a fist and slammed it into the lizard’s skull. His arms exploded again. Bam! The back of the lizard’s head hit the ground, creating a crater. "Quite resilient," Skye muttered, repeating the attack. Boom! Explosions echoed across the battlefield. "Baa!" the sheep cried. "Hiss!" the lizards hissed, as the two sides clashed ferociously. Suddenly, a massive body flew through the air and landed in the center of the battlefield. It was the 15-meter-tall lizard—dead. _______ The story follows Skye and the monsters he commands, they continue to grow for billions of years and eventually rule the universe.
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Survival Struggle Sky

At the edge of civilization's ruin, where no sound rises above the cries of the survivors, and where the mystery swallows the last remnants of reason, forces clash in a frantic race for survival. No wealth can help, no power can save, and no weapons can repel beasts born from the depths of nightmares. The sky is always overcast, as if it shies away from looking upon what happens on Earth, and the Earth itself groans under the weight of blood spilled endlessly. In every corner, the scent of ash creeps in, and with every breath, the question echoes: Is this the end? Or are we merely pawns in a game too vast for us to comprehend? The gates, those black rifts that tear through reality, bring only death. The monsters that emerge from them are not merely tools of destruction; they are mirrors reflecting human fear and weakness. And the more humanity resists, the darker the shadows seem to grow, as if the universe itself is proclaiming that the struggle is futile. Hope? A word now whispered timidly, as if it were a curse that all fear to utter. Amid hunger, fear, and despair, man transforms into a specter; moving without purpose except to survive another day. And yet, in the heart of this devastation, a cold question pulses: What will you do when there is no escape? When your death is inevitable, but you have only one choice left: how will you end your story? This is not a race for survival. This is a test of who can bear the weight of the end... and who will be buried beneath the ashes of the world that once was our home.
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