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Only I Know That The World Will End

MUTATE or BURN, I will DESTROY the WORLD!

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"
Martin_Moorning · 4.4K Views

In a World of Disease, Only I Can Customize Them

Born to two of the most powerful Vectors in the Quarantine Zone’s history, Asa was promised greatness. However, on one fateful night, everything was stolen from him, and all he was left with to remember his parent’s by was a mysterious key, and a mission: ‘Become one of the 12, and the key will make sense’. Years later, even as the heir and sole survivor to a Major Family, he is mocked and ridiculed because his weak disposition and lack of apparent physical talent. But now that he’s graduated, and is about to gain access to his powers, will things remain the same? ####################### The main premise centers around a planet scale virus that plunged the world into an apocalypse two hundred years ago. The novel takes place post apocalypse, where disease and rot still infect the world, and humans are forced to live in domed areas called Quarantine Zones. However, they’ve found a way to use the virus, harnessing it to enhance themselves and gain access to disease-based superpowers. Humanity has grown used to living in the domes and have developed further than their pre-apocalypse predecessors. Using their powers to scoure the infected land for resources, and special organisms created by the virus to fuel their advancement. However there is more to the virus than those in power let on. More to these powers they were granted, and the domes they created. Asa, the main character is but a cog in a very large wheel. However, he’s a persistent cog, that won’t just let himself be used blindly.
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