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Greg Rucka No Mans Land

Lord of the Dark Lands

The world fell to monsters. For 60 years, dungeons appeared across the globe, bringing creatures that defied human understanding. At first, humanity was powerless—bullets could not pierce their skin, explosives could not burn their hide. But soon, certain individuals awakened supernatural abilities, their powers came with a mysterious status screen. These warriors, later called Hunters, fought back, pushing the monsters into the depths of dungeons. But humanity’s greed was its downfall. They allowed dungeons to persist, harvesting their resources instead of eliminating them. Then, one day, all uncleared dungeons erupted at once. The world burned. Billions perished. The last remnants of humanity fled, forming a final stronghold in America under an impenetrable barrier. Yet even that was not enough. The end came when an overwhelming entity—a self-proclaimed God—descended upon the ruined Earth. Ray, a 67-year-old man, humanity’s third strongest Hunter, stood among the corpses of his fallen comrades. He had lost everything—his family, his friends, his home. Even Daniel, the only SS-rank Hunter, could not stand against this new enemy. With his dying breath, Ray cursed his own weakness. If only he had been faster. If only he had been stronger. And then, the Eye of [???] activated. Now, Ray is back. A seven-year-old child in a world untouched by dungeons. Three months remain before the first dungeon appears. This time, he will not wait. He will not hesitate. With his sword in hand and the power of the Dark Lands, he will carve a new path. A path where humanity does not fall. And... A path where he will cut down that red-haired freak.
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"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...…
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