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Dawn of Eternity: I returned to ready for the coming Eternity

In a world teetering on the brink of annihilation, the return of the gods and the shattering of the Ring herald the dawn of the Age of Eternity. A mysterious system descends upon Earth, offering humanity a single, harrowing chance at immortality—survive *The Game*. But the price is catastrophic. Billions perish in the initial trials, civilization crumbles, and a savage war for divinity rages for two centuries, reshaping the world into a dystopian nightmare. Adam, a man who has lived through the end, refuses to accept this grim fate. After striking a perilous deal with an enigmatic entity, he awakens in January 2025—one year before the apocalypse. Armed with fragmented memories of the future, knowledge of the impending disaster, and the scars of a timeline that no longer exists, Adam embarks on a desperate mission to alter destiny. To the world, Adam appears unhinged—hoarding impossible resources, forging alliances with shadowy figures, and preparing for a cataclysm that no one else believes is coming. But when the sky ignites, technology fails, and the first trials of *The Game* begin, Adam’s actions reveal a chilling truth: he is not just another player in this deadly contest. He is here to dismantle it. As gods walk the earth, magic and technology merge, and the promise of eternity becomes the ultimate prize, Adam must navigate a treacherous landscape of betrayal, power struggles, and cosmic forces beyond human comprehension. The question looms: how much is he willing to sacrifice to rewrite the future? And will the malevolent forces that orchestrated humanity’s downfall allow him to succeed? The Age of Eternity has begun. The stakes are infinite. The rules are changing. Let the Game commence.
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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