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Diante dos Deuses

"Meu nome é December, mas minha história é mais complexa do que isso. Nasci em dezembro, e meu nascimento foi considerado um presságio de algo especial. Minha mãe me nomeou December, e meus amigos me chamam de Beer. Minha vida mudou quando Emma, a garota mais linda que o mundo já conheceu, desapareceu. Ela era filha do poderoso empresário Henry Lee, mas isso não importava para mim. Eu sempre fui secretamente apaixonado por ela. Dois dias após seu desaparecimento, um castelo colossal apareceu misteriosamente na cidade. Era como se tivesse sido teleportado. A cidade estava em pânico, e a imprensa local e internacional cobria a história. O castelo parecia ter sugado toda a energia vital da cidade. As pessoas estavam com medo e dúvida nos olhos. A cidade que sempre foi símbolo de progresso e sucesso agora parecia uma sombra de si mesma. Eu sentia um peso no peito, uma mistura de medo e melancolia. O desaparecimento de Emma ainda estava fresco em minha mente, e agora isso. O que estava acontecendo com nossa cidade? A cidade estava em ruínas, e eu estava preso em meu próprio pesadelo. Eu não sabia como escapar daquela realidade terrível. Os dias se arrastavam como séculos, cada um mais sombrio que o anterior. Eu não via fim para aquela dor e aquela incerteza. E então, ouvi um rumor: "O próximo desaparecimento será logo". Eu não sabia se era verdade, mas sabia que não podia ignorar. A noite estava escura, e eu estava sozinho. Mas eu sabia que não estava sozinho em meu medo. Toda a cidade estava com medo. Toda a cidade estava esperando pelo próximo desaparecimento. E eu não sabia o que fazer. Eu não sabia como parar aquela loucura. A única coisa que eu sabia era que precisava esperar. Esperar pelo amanhecer, esperar pela esperança. Mas até lá, eu estava preso em meu próprio pesadelo."
IlusMagic · 790 Views

System Hunt: Regalia

What happens when the sky itself betrays you? Sam, a struggling courier, finds his life turned upside down when the twelve Doom Towers crash to the earth after a year of ominously hovering in the skies. These fallen towers attract mythical monsters and apocalyptic chaos to the world. Granted the mysterious Regalia of Fractured Glass, Sam is thrust into a desperate battle for survival, where his newfound power draws monsters and attention alike. Forced to join the Doom Suppression Force, an organization battling to contain the Tower threats, Sam must climb these treacherous towers alongside fellow Regalia Wielder, Yoko. Together, they face unimaginable dangers as the towers terraform, spawning monstrous creatures. But their ultimate test lies within the 11th Tower, Domus—a tower that threatens to engulf an entire country in apocalypse unless they conquer it. What to Expect: Mystery: Every chapter unravels a piece of the apocalyptic puzzle, with days stretching across multiple, gripping chapters. High-Stakes Battles: Inspired by Future Diary, the story is driven by tension, a battle royale-style competition, and the fight to survive the towers’ evolving horrors. Unique Powers & Dark Worlds: Follow Sam as he battles mythical creatures with his Regalia, discovers the secrets of the Doom Towers, and struggles to protect those he loves—including his family and beloved cat. Epic Scale: As the Doom Suppression Force hunts other Regalia Wielders, the scope widens, exploring humanity's fragile hold against a world crumbling under the weight of its own destruction.
Tim_Saian · 1.3K Views

The Omnistore System

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]
J_a_zzy · 2.1M Views
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