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The Illusionist System: Call for Tricks

[Congratulations!! You are now a Level 1 Illusionist.] Eric Grey has always been at the bottom of the food chain. As the weakest member of his clan, he’s endured years of ridicule, bullying, and being treated like a nobody. With no special abilities, no powerful guardians, and no clue about his missing parents, Eric’s life has been a constant struggle. The only thing he has to his name is a rusty, seemingly useless locket left behind by his family—a locket he’s never been able to figure out. But everything changes when a near-death experience triggers the locket’s hidden power. Suddenly, Eric is thrust into a world of illusions, tricks, and secrets he never knew existed. The locket awakens his latent ability as an Illusionist, a rare and mysterious class that bends reality itself. However, becoming an Illusionist comes with a catch: the path to mastery is filled with danger, deception, and enemies who will stop at nothing to see him fail. Now, armed with nothing but his wits, a handful of beginner-level illusions, and the cryptic clues hidden within the locket, Eric must navigate a treacherous world of power-hungry clans, ancient secrets, and deadly trials. From the shadows, he’ll rise, using his illusions to outsmart, outmaneuver, and outplay everyone who ever doubted him. But as Eric climbs higher, he begins to uncover the truth about his parents’ disappearance—and the dark forces that have been watching him all along. Will he master the art of illusions and claim his place at the top? Or will he become just another pawn in a game far bigger than he ever imagined? "In a world where power is everything, the greatest trick is surviving long enough to master it."
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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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