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Do or Die, My Zenith Girls!

Once upon a gacha time during the 2020s, there was a game with a low player-base called 'Zenith Girls', an idle tactical gacha game most fitting for males to play. From the game name itself, it's because there were only female characters, except for its mc, an unplayable male character, as if being the only man in the whole world of the game. But players, be it the f2ps, p2ws, whales or the krakens; they still enjoy the game because of these four reasons: First, the anime-style was quite nostalgic, with dynamic blends that makes the characters feel more high quality and lively. Second, is the right amount of indecency that makes players lick their phones when no one is watching. Third, is its super unique playstyle that totally separates it from the typical idle rpg. And lastly, is that the game is blessed with a lovable story. It was suppose to be a diamond-of-a game, but strangely it never received the right attention. Khelzan was one of the players in this low player-base game. He works two part-time jobs the whole day while playing the game at the same time, sleeping for just 5 hours (he actually was surviving and looked healthy enough) just so he could maintain his top 20 status in his server. Top 20 seemed far, but there is one strange thing in the server he is in: even at the infancy day of the newborn server it is already filled with the battle of "who gets to buy more packs" and "who can counter who" and "guild-leader wannabes", as if wasting time and money for an irrelevant online game status that for most, deemed as useless. However, for Khelzan, it was his everything. Well it became his everything after he already spent half of his 'secret money' just at the first day. Now he has nothing to lose, except his status in this game. He is living as he wants to. However, one item changed it all. #This is my first time, wish me luck! #Cover is actually AI generated from chatgpt lols
NRTHW · 1.3K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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