“Huu~ Haa~ Huu~ Haa~”
Erin was running with all his might through the forest. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore, his breathing was uneven, but he continued forward. There was no destination that he had to reach. The only thing in his mind was to run.
The leather clothes he wore were tattered. There were scratches all over him from the shrubs that he ran through. His face was a mess, with dry tears smudged on it.
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Charlotte wasn’t expecting her departure to another world via octopus tentacles and a door shaped portal. No one does when they’re crying in the bathroom wearing an old, grungy bathrobe and shoving everything bagels into their mouths at one o’clock in the morning.
The sudden slimy and uncomfortable transition from the bathtub to a dark, dusty room put her mental breakdown on hold as she entered a state of shock and confusion.
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Thagua MB3 is monitored by Parasite Android Observer #364, whose handlers deem the planet an even greater cause of concern than previously speculated. The growth of Physical-Carnivorous Parasitic Race #236, designated as ‘Naid’ by the observer, has been grossly underestimated. ‘Naid’ has grown 36% faster in the past three months, contrary to the Maker’s Expectations.
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The land is conquered.
A thief and a demon killer run afoul of its new overlord and the wizard that serves him. Now the wizard seeks his life’s ambition, an artifact that will make his word law. Hearing this, the demon killer and thief begin to have ambitions of their own. The race is on for who will reach the artifact first, and an entire barbarian horde is in the running.
Yet the prize lies within the Forest of Giants, grown from the corpse of an empire.
There are tales of things that stalk the trees. Tales of those that hunger endlessly. Tales of those that feast on human flesh.
Tales of ogres.
A Sword and Sorcery story of high adventure.
Threedak is a simple Dhajtel. Every night she scavenges and hunts for her tribe in the great desert, relying upon her skill and ancestral memories to avoid the night’s many dangers. Her life remains largely the same until one night, one of the gleaming angels that hangs in the night sky falls into her desert. Deciding to investigate, she happens upon a scene far beyond her limited understanding.
The Dhajtel aren’t alone. The galaxy is far vaster and more hostile than Threedak’s people can even begin to comprehend.
Entrusted with the knowledge and memories of a dead race, it will be up to her to forge Dhajtel society into something that can survive the storm that is to come.
Everyone has it.
Everyone needs it.
The part of us that we can’t survive without.
The way you walk without realizing it.
The path in which people denied to exist.
At the end, is it there or not?
Is there a connection between those two? Erin didn’t know.
What Erin knew, however was that blood was sweet, too sweet and at the same time too horrifying.
And what destiny gave to Erin was a new body, a body he dreamed about, but at the same time a new life that was too hard to live in.
Magnus – or MC as he’s infamously known – is the baddest mercenary operator of the 22nd century, specializing in the eradication of dangerous, high-value scum. So when a second-rate criminal organization in some backwater country captures his precious little sister and subjects her to the unnamable, there’s only one thing to do – mount a one-man rescue and murder every last one of them.
But things don’t go as planned and MC finds himself waking up to hostile and alien surroundings with nothing but his armor and a half-written note. Will he survive long enough to find a way back to his sister? And can he do it before the timer runs out?
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Blinding light. The kind that left afterimages for a good ten minutes, when you could finally see well enough to make out the jackass that lit you up with his ten-thousand-lumen flashlight in the dead of night. Or when your home automation system F’s up and jacks the lighting up to 11.
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MC had made three passes of both the compound’s interior and its exterior by the time the sun peeked over the horizon, his kill count reaching one-hundred and seventy. He’d managed to not trip any alarms the entire night and had never really met any kind of armed resistance apart from a couple of encounters, mainly thanks to his visit to the security room.
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