I'm on chapter 3, and boy is this story doing a number on me. I normally don't read stories involving systems, but this one caught my attention and interest. I like the character and how it started. The descriptions and the characters feel real. The world is very well constructed, you deserve five stars for that! And your stability of updates, you gotta teach me how to update like that man! My only complaint is, the grammar and the punctuation. It's good but it can always be better. And be sure to capitalize the start of every line!
This is a rather unique take on the litRPG genre and the characters are rather unique spectrums of everyday people put in a world where they have video game mechanics at their disposal. If you like really visceral, ***** content that's sometimes as dark as game of thrones and the walking dead but can inspire you with themes of friendship and redemption. This story is for you. I pull no punches in my subject matter and I wish for my audience to know I will not compromise the quality of my work. Enjoy!
alrhough they've just entered the front courtyard blood and the nauseous smell of corpse entered their nose, the leader of the men shouted commands, he looked at the corpse below his feet with a frown, it suddenly downed to him... "Quickly check on the mayor!" as soon as the command reached everyones ears they immediately went to the mayors room
"Just because." I wasn't going to explain myself to this brat. My teeth itched. Maybe I could learn to control the bite so I would only inject a little poison. Just enough to make a person feel really itchy.
Joules Caesar looked at him with a large smile on his face, as cheerful and happy as he might look, even without the help of Prometheus, Drakios knew that the student council president was more than he looked.
With his left leg flying off for the fifth time, Rogue stumbled into a clearing – his face slamming against the unforgiving ground and knocking more of his teeth out. The pitiful beast then dragged himself with his battered hands to the nearest tree, moaning and continuing to drown in his misery. The titan's muscles screamed as he propped himself as best as he could upon his knee. Letting out another cry, Rogue weakly swung his fist into the rough bark. For the first time in his lifetime, eye water had coated his face. What had he done to deserve all of this? Why was the world so cruel to him?
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