《Re: Legion (Indefinite Hiatus)》Summoned or what?
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"Ö̷̶̵̶̵̴̴̵̸̸̷̷̸̶̶̸̷̶͕͖̰͇͓͒̀̀̓̿̿͘͠͝h̸̵̵̵̷̷̶̷̸̶̸̸̷̷̵̵̴̵̷̸̷̸̷̶̸̶̵̵̵̨̡̬͖͈͎̤̫̖̞̱͔́̅̋̔͐̑̒͐͒͋̆̏̕̚,̷̸̷̸̶̶̵̴̷̷̷̴̵̸̷̷̸̵̷̨̱̰̣̲͙̜͆̃̃͑̄̆͛̂̑ ̴̵̴̸̸̸̶̸̴̴̵̶̷̷̷̸̵̵̶̷̷̸̵̵̵̶̸̷̵̶̢͕͎̞̦̫̖͔̠̠̣͎̳̠̟̤̼͂̏̈́͒͒̾͒̕͜͝h̶̸̸̵̵̸̴̷̵̵̵̶̷̷̶̶̸̶̴̷̶̸̴̸̵̴̖͚͍̪̩͕̍̏͊̍̓̒͗̑̂̀͒̆̐̚͝͠͝e̸̵̶̴̴̶̵̸̶̵̴̵̴̸̴̶̶̷̴̷̵̴̴̷̶̷̷̵̴̵̶̷̸̶̵̶̢̡̛̖͓̜̹̯̱͖̙̤̞̠̔̓͗̀͐̈̏̈́̋́͌̓̐̈́̕͜͠͠ͅr̷̸̵̵̸̴̷̵̸̵̷̶̴̵̶̴̶̸̷̵̶̶̴̸̵̷̴̶̴̵̶̴̴̸̷̨̖̫̲̤̺͈̩͇̖̥̮̲̹̩͔̞͐͒̈́͊̌̀̃͒̋̑̓͜͝͝͝ó̸̸̶̴̴̸̸̸̵̷͙̮̍̾͆̉é̵̷̶̶̴̷̵̶̸̶̴̷̷̴̵̷̷̶̵̴̵̵̶̸̸̶̵̸̸̸̴̴̷̴̸̢̛̦̳͖̙̤͔͔̼̥̭̟̻̓̒̊̌̉̍̎̓̐̍̓̽̿͛̍͘͝s̸̸̴̴̴̴̵̸̸̸̴̷̴̵̷̶̶̷̴̷̷̶̸̸̷̸̸̰͖͇͓͓̟̝̝̮̖̉̏̉͗́͆͐̓̓̊̃̔͜ͅ.̸̷̸̷̶̸̴̷̵̵̷̸̵̴̷̸̴̶̴̴̵̴̵̷̴̶̴̷̷̷̶̵̶̸̴̢̡̠͖͎͖̩͇̯͚̹̫̊͂́́̈̈́̏͆͋̏̿̑̊͂̂͋͘̚͠ͅ ̵̷̴̵̵̸̴̴̴̵̴̶̸̴̸̸̷̷̵̶̢̢͈̯͈̝͙̻̜͇̓̀̊̍̅̀̌I̶̸̵̶̵̴̷̸̴̷̴͓͐̔̉̓͘̚͝ ̶̷̵̸̸̴̴̶̶̷̵̴̶̵̵̴̶̷̶̢̹͕̠̫͇͇͇̂̊̑̋̏͑͛̄s̵̶̸̴̴̵̸̶̴̵̵̷̶̶̴̵̸̷̷̷̶̶̵̵̸̴̴̴̸̶̴̷̴̨͎̠̬̹̫̥̜͙̭̲̫̲̈́́̀͋̑̽͌̓́̔̉͑͋͜͝͠͠u̵̸̷̷̴̷̵̶̵̵̴̵̸̴̷̞̗̅͌̂͛̃͆͛̅͊͝m̷̶̵̷̵̷̸̵̴̸̷̵̸̶̶̶̴̵̷̸̶̴̶̸̵̶̴̵̧̯̼͓̺̖̼̺̣̜̤͈̲͙̻͓͔̟̓̊́̓̏͊͘m̴̵̶̶̶̷̵̸̸̸̵̵̵̶̸̵̶̷̴̵̷̴̶̸̶̵̶̵̶̷̴̴̸̶̷̶̶̷̸̴̶̶͓͇͈̫̼͇͓̜̮̪̥̣̣͇̖̳̮̲̀̎͌̈̒̇̈́̈́͗͌͑̐̿͌̊͂̂̚͝͠ͅo̵̸̴̶̵̵̶̶̴̸̸̵̸̵̴̸͓̮̩̱͓̪̩̣͉̝̽̕͜n̵̵̶̸̶̸̶̴̴̷̴̵̸̴̴̶̸̸̼̑̽̎͆͆͆̃̎̎̍̚͝͠͝ ̶̷̴̶̷̵̷̸̷̴̷̵̸̶̷̷̶̸̷̷̴̶̨̤͖͕̳̪̫̼̪̦̱͓̂͑̈̓̑̏ͅt̴̴̵̸̷̸̸̵̷̵̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̸̷̶̶̶̶̵̟͕͚̠̰͔̘͇͇̪̟͐̒̀̓̀̎͛͘͝͝h̸̵̴̴̸̴̷̶̸̶̴̷̸̵̴̵̸̴̛̙̻̥̍͐̍̎̋͊̆͐͒͜͜ȩ̸̸̶̷̸̸̸̵̵̶̵̸̴̶̴̸̴̴̸̴̨̛͖͉̺̤̗̠͎͖̪̳̼͋̄͝e̶̵̶̸̵̸̸̶̶̸̴̶̷̸̴̵̸̷͙̠͋̓̈́̒̊͆̈̽͋͒̽̈́̕ ̶̴̸̴̵̸̵̵̷̸̴̷̵̷̶̸̴̶̶̷̴̶̸̵̴̸̷̵̷̷̴̧̡̝͉̗͍̳͉̳̜̗̫̼̟̖̜̹͈̭͆̆̀̇̃́̏͆͘ö̴̴̶̶̶̴̸̴̴̵̴̷̸̸̶̴̶̸̶̵̶̵̶̗̯̟́́̃̌̂̑͂̓̀͐͊̑́͊͒͘͠ń̷̴̴̴̵̶̷̶̸̴̸̵̷̷̵̴̦̻͙̎͗́̓̎̄͗̽͝t̵̸̵̶̴̴̴̶̴̴̷̷̶̸̶̴̵̸̶̸̴̸̷̸̡̛͈̱̖̟͇̻̬̓̐̏̊̍̀̇͌̓͋͘͝o̶̵̷̴̵̵̴̴̸̥̥͒͋͛̊ ̷̷̸̵̵̷̵̴̷̸̷̴̴̸̶̸̵̸̷̵̶̷̴̷̸̷̶̴̸̶͈̦͙͕͖̠̟̪̟̂̏͒͊̈́̾̐͊̅̀͛̑̋͘͜͜͜͝t̶̶̴̴̷̵̶̸̷̸̶̵̴̸̶̷̸̸̷̸̶̶̸̸̸̸̷͕̙͎͍͕̅̿̓̃̋̏̏̆̈́̐̃̍̒̄́̍̉̈́͠ḣ̵̵̷̶̵̶̵̵̸̸̴̷̵̵͎̤̯̝̖̘̯̍͛ͅį̵̶̵̶̴̶̸̴̸̸̸̷̴̶̵̴̸̸̶̷̷̷̴̷̴̴̸̵̶̴̶̡̛̯̭̣̙͇̹̣͊̆̾̇̏̎̅͛̈̇͗̈́͂͋̓̍͗͗s̴̵̶̶̷̴̶̶̵̶̴̸̸̸̷̷̭̤̟͉̺̪͓͋̈̏̽̄̕ ̶̸̸̶̸̴̶̷̵̷̶̵̴̶̴̸̶̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̖̝̦̦̪̬̤̗̖̍̾̔̑̈́̄͑̀̂͑͐̄w̶̶̶̸̵̴̷̸̴̴̶̵̶̴̷̷̖̼̳̤͇͇̮̩̮̥͓̔͜o̴̵̶̵̸̴̵̶̸̴̵̴̸̸̴̷̷̶̶̷̸̷̸̷̶̷̶̢̮͈̳͈͈̺͋̿̅̔̋͊̈̿̀͂́̍͒̇̇̔͠r̸̷̵̶̷̷̴̵̸̵̴̸̴̵̶̵̴̷̴̸̸̸̸̵̷̵̶̷̛̯̼̭͔̈̑̍̆̒̆̊͒̅̈͛̉̈́̀̃̈͋͜͠͝l̸̵̵̶̸̷̸̷̴̵̴̵̸̸̶̸̵̷̶̶͖͇̺̀͂͊͌̐͗̈́͑̋͆̃̓́ͅd̷̸̷̵̴̵̶̴̢̼̤͓̚ ̴̴̸̷̶̶̴̸̴̸̴̶̵̷̵̴̸̴̴̵̸̴̷̴̷̸̵̴̶̸͈̰̼̹̙͕͖̣͚̲͍̖̩͓̲͔̟͕͔̪͋̀̌̃͗̓͠t̵̶̴̵̴̷̵̶̴̸̷̴̷̪͙̺̪̖̩̄̋͘͝ỡ̷̴̴̶̸̶̸̶̷̶̸̷̷̷̶̵̴̶̸̸̴̶̸̴̷̰̲̙̗̗͎̳̭̯̰̜̟͕̰͔̰̎͊̽̉ ̶̶̵̷̸̴̵̵̶̶̸̶̴̸̵̶̶̟̱̗̤̠͇̟͇͉̏͑̈́͝͠ĉ̷̶̸̸̶̷̶̴̵̴̶̴̸̷̵̸̴̷̷̶̡̧͕̟̦̭̰̙͙̪̥̬̣̘̲ͅḩ̴̴̶̶̷̶̴̸̴̷̵̵̴̵̷̶̶̴̷̵̵̷̵̶̸̷̴̶̶̷̜͖̙͙͖̖̠̩͉͖̼͚̰̈́͛͂́̈́͛̃̀̆̉͊͗͝a̶̴̸̸̶̶̸̵̬̥̓͊̀ṇ̶̸̷̸̴̷̶̙͌̈́ģ̵̸̷̷̴̵̷̸̷̶̷̴̸̸̶̶̸̵̷̷̴̸̶̵̸̶̷̵̴̸̴̸̸̵̴̴͓̥̬͖̠̹̻̮͇̜̠̭̘̂͋̊̐̊̀̅̉̈́̇́́̉͑̇̏̃̆͘e̶̴̶̵̷̷̸̶̴̷̶̡͖̲͇̺̟̣͌ ̸̸̷̶̴̶̸̷̷̴̷̴̷̶̶̵̷̶̷̷̸̶̴̧̗̓̊̀͒͑͑̈́̈́̀̀͊̆̔̑͆͝͠͝t̴̸̷̷̴̵̵̷̴̶̶̷̷̷̶̸̵̴̵̸̵̴̨̢̢̝̱̫̝̝̙̙͕͉̳͕͚͕̺̥́h̵̸̶̸̸̵̸̵̵̶̶̷̸̸̶̴̴̴̶̴̶̷̷̸̸̨̛̫̦̍̓̽̈̿͂͗̀͌̔̈́̂͘̕̕͝͝͠e̴̶̴̵̷̴̸̶̵̸̶̖͇͓̓̈́̈́͑̐ ̷̶̷̴̶̵̸̴̶̵̵̴̷̶̷̸̷̵̶̵̶̴̸̸̸̵̶̵̡̢̛̙̪͈̬̎̃͒̐͛̄͛͛̂̓̄͘̚̚͜͝͠͝k̵̵̴̷̴̷̷̴̵̸̶̸̴̷̷̶̵̶̶̵̤̪̗̞͔̦̳͈̞̗̰̯͓̗̠̬͘ą̸̵̸̸̸̷̶̶̵̵̸̶̶̷̷̷̴̸̷̵̴̴̴̵̸̷̴̵͓̮̗̻̫̟͖̰̲̙͔̬̗͚̪̜̦͕̦͒̀͌̈́͊r̷̷̶̴̴̴̴̶̸̴̴̵̸̶̸̴̴̷̴̴̷̸̸͙̪̖̣͖̰͇̰̠̫͇͓͛̄͑̓̓̉̑͘m̵̷̷̶̵̶̴̶̸̷̵̴̸̷̷̷̸̴̸̴̸̷̸̶̡̛̬͔̲̪͙͈͔̜̫͖̟̟͍͎̫̓͑̎ͅą̸̶̷̶̸̵̵̷̴̵̵̷̸̷̴̸̷̴̷̶̴̸̸̷̴̵̴̶̧̙̮̖̯͎̥̠̯̻̲̻͕̝̳͉̅̾̊̾͛͒͂ͅ.̴̷̷̷̴̶̴̴̸̴̷̷̸̷̸̵̸̴̷̴̸̴̷̷̸̷̵̶̷̷̸̷̸̴̶̡͈̲̯̣̭͕̹̜̜͇͓̗͖̭͖̉͛̊̇́̀̾̔̓̋͛̕͘̕͝͝.̵̴̵̶̸̴̵̶̷̶̴̵̶̶̸̶̴̶̴̷̸̴̴̡̳̠̯͍͇̫̮̪̼̥̙̟̭̲̲̔̓̾͝.̴̵̶̴̷̴̴̴̴̴̴̷̷̴̵̵̷̴̵̷̴̴̴̸̸̸̧̡̱͓̬̥̻͎̟͙̳̼͗͐̐̇̉͑̀͌̎̋̚ ̸̸̷̶̵̷̵̸̶̴̵̴̵̸̶̶̸̷̡̟̤͋̇̊͑̋̈̈̂̌̊̀̀À̴̶̸̷̶̶̷̶̴̶̵̷̴̴̵̵̵̵̴̶̴̴̷̜̟̟̼͇̹̐̌̌̔͗̅̓̄͋͑̆̕͠n̵̷̵̵̵̸̷̵̸̶̷̶̵̸̶̶̶̶̸̸̶̴̶̸̵̴̷̨̛̛͓̘̱̦͙͈̝̆͂́̏̀̏̊͌̓̂́̑̄ͅṡ̵̴̴̵̵ͅw̸̵̴̵̸̵̵̶̷̵̵̶̴̴̵̶̷̶̸̷̴̸̧͓̜̖͓̹̔͐̒́͛̉͂̌͋̀̕͠͝ē̴̶̶̶̷̴̶̶̵̸̶̵̵̶̵̸̶̶̶̸̸̴̷̴̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̵̶̛͓̗̞͉̮̖̬̠̗̻̣͍̖̈́̃͂͂͋͒̈́̏̓̎͘͝͝ͅr̴̵̴̵̴̸̷̴̶̸̷̴̵̵̸̴̵̸̶̶̷̶̶̴̵̷̬̯̘̩̖̤̭̄̋͒̀̓̄̐́̽̾̀͑̚͝͠͝ ̸̴̵̵̶̷̸̸̶̶̷̨̣̱͆͋̃̑͜t̷̴̷̵̴̷̸̵̢̟̥͎̑ơ̵̶̸̸̴̵̵̸̸̸̸̴̵̴̵̢̦̯̯̲̼͙̣͍̭̿ ̷̵̷̴̷̴̸̵̵̵̸̷̴̶̸̵̸̴̴̵̸̸̷̢̧͖̬̞̠̜̣̺̣̻̑̀̐̋̉̆̀̿̚m̸̶̸̶̸̶̵̸̴̸̵̸̴̷̶̶̸̵̴̶̷̶̸̴̴̸̖̰̗̊͑̆̋̀̆͒̈́̍̅̈́̔̄̔̈́͆̃͘͘͝y̵̵̵̵̷̴̷̴̷̴̶̴̵̵̴̸̴̸̵̴̶̴̸̶̴̷̶̶̸̷̧̝͚̞̥͇̜̫͆́̽̀̉͗̓͆̈͗̽̉̉̀͘̚͘͘͝ ̶̵̴̵̶̷̸̷̴̸̸̷̷̴̠̳̦̭̔̓̒͐̎́͜s̷̴̵̸̴̷̵̷̷̶̴̵̶̷̵̸̷̸̴̸̸̵̴̸̵̷̶̢̧̨̛̲̭̻̠͉͎̰̲̩̪̘̟̹͉͍̭̊͗̅͜u̵̴̷̵̴̴̸̸̸̸̴̴̵̸̷̷̸̴̸̴̸̴̴̵̵̴̢͔͉̝̪̣̞͚͔͖̦̭̔̆͊͂̌̋̽͗̕̚͘m̸̶̸̵̶̴̷̷̵̴̵̴̵̸̶̷̶̴̶̵̸̴̴̴̶̸̴̴̸̴̷̸̢̫̰͇̞͙̪̳͚̍̈́̉̂̎̐͌̈́̏̃̐̒͛͑̊̈́͌͂̕͝m̴̵̶̶̸̶̵̷̸̷̶̷̶̵̶̵͍̠̮̲̰̓̀̂̋͐̀͝ͅo̶̶̶̶̴̵̶̸̷̴̴̸̸̶̶̶̶̵̷̵̸̷̴̷̬̥̭͇̟͍̠͕̻̪̩̒̾̀̀̓͆̄̀̚ͅņ̵̸̴̷̸̶̷̵̴̶̵̸̷̴̷̷̶̵̷̶̵̵̷͖͙̜̲̼̮̿́̾͋̄͛̾̀̀̍̏̚͠s̸̶̴̴̷̸̷̴̵̵̶̴̴̴̵̡̻̺͔̱̝͈̖̬̄̄͘,̷̵̵̴̷̸̷̸̷̶̸̵̵̶̶̵̸̷̵̸̶̶̵̶̵̴̴̷̴̦̪͙̥̖͔̲̮̼̞̙̓͆̓͑̈́̓͛̇̂́͒̇̏͜͠ ̴̵̷̸̵̴̴̵̵̶̴̵̸̴̸̴̵̶̵̶̴̵̶̶̴̴̴̵̶̡̧̡̨̠͍̮̙̤͉̙̼̥̤̬͍͖̀͑̌͂̌͗͑̀̕o̸̸̴̵̶̶̷̷̶̵̵̸̷̵̵̴̶̶̸͔̮͕̮̲̣͙̗͙͗͋̎͗̏͛͜ḩ̶̶̵̷̷̶̵̵̶̴̷̶̵̵̸̸̷̵̸̵̡̞͓̹͍͎̩̤̲̺̯̯͓͙̀̏ ̸̴̶̶̴̴̴̵̶̸̷̶̛̼͚͖̻͍̝͚̀p̵̷̴̷̵̵̵̶̶̴̶̸̷̶̵̴̴̷̶̵̵̷̨̛̯̲͖̦̮͍̄̈́͆̄̓̓̾͆̕͘͝e̷̷̷̵̵̷̸̶̵̸̶̷̴̷̸̸̷̷̶̡̥͚͔̻̥̗̘̜̖̜͛̎̔̾̍ó̴̸̶̷̸̵̷̵̴̶̶̴̷̶͔͛̾̃͗͑͑͋̚͠p̸̵̴̶̴̴̸̸̶̸̵̸̶̷̸̢͚̞̘͈͕͕̯̟̒͒ͅl̸̶̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̴̵̶̶̷̶̷̴̷̵̷̴̵̵̠͈̿͗͐͒̅̌̂͋̑̔̈́̌̀̊̊̐͐͠e̸̸̶̸̸̸̸̴̷̷̵̸̸̶̵̸̸̴̸̸̸̴̶̴̴̶̷̵̶̶̸̶̸̸̸̶̸̶̶̵̺̹̪̠̯͔̳̤͎̱͙̖͎̮̮͉͊̆̈́̾̽́̽̄̄͗͊̄̂͒̆̅͗͜͜͠ͅ ̵̸̸̸̴̶̸̸̴̴̵̶̵̵̸̸̷̸̷̶̷̴̵̷̷̵̵̵̧̭̥̰͉̪͇̗̭̖̬̓͆̍̎͛̉͑̔͗̃́̅̓̚f̶̵̸̴̴̸̴̸̷̵̸̶̷̵̵̴̵̶̷̷̴̵̸̸̴̢̧̨̨̬̝͚̼̙̝͙̻̹̲̗͉͚̯̈́̎͜ͅr̶̸̸̴̷̵̸̵̶̴̵̶̸̸̵̶̸̸̷̷̵̷̷̷̸̷̨̡̧̼͔̩̙̰͍̦̠̬̙̻̬͌̾̓̈̈́̄̌͝o̴̴̷̷̸̮̾m̷̴̵̸̴̸̷̵̵̵̷̸̴̸̵̶̸̷̶̸̵̵̸̴̴̸̸̴̶̵̸̸̶̶̴̴̸̵̵̶̴̷̨̨̧̠̜̳͔̺̮͎̣͎̺̙̲̺͔̲̪͈̿̋̈́̑̔̿̒̂͌̅̈́̉͆́̏̽̎̕͝ ̴̷̷̸̶̵̸̷̶̸̷̶̷̷͕͎̮͇̝͊̈́̎̇͝͝á̸̸̷̵̷̵̴̷̸̸̸̸̵̴̸̸̸̸̸̶̴̸̷̶̶̵̴̸̵̸̢͉̻̥̱̯̝͇̙̖̠̣͎̪̺͒̿̎́̓̈͆̓̈́̿̈n̴̶̸̴̴̶̸̷̴̸̷̷̶̶̵̶̛̻͎̏̎̆̈́́̓̒̆͘͝o̵̴̸̶̶̵̶̴̸̵̴̶̸̸̴̶̸̡̫̱͎̻͉̪̩̩̤͙̒̅̌t̶̸̸̵̵̷̸̵̷̵̸̷̶̸̶̴̸̸̷̶̵̴̶̸̴̴͍̳̰̬͈̉̏̒̈́͂͗̔̈́̽̅̋́͝͠͝͝͝ḩ̴̵̸̸̵̴̴̸̴̴̵̸̵̶̴̵̸̷̵̸̵̴̴̴̶̵̶̵̵̪̯̤̺̜͚̼̥͍͔̣̻̯̜̮̹̈̌͗͗͑̈̚͝ͅe̵̴̵̸̸̴̸̵̷̶̶̴̸̴̷̷̴̴̵̸̴̵̴̵̶͚̘͇͖͚͛̏̈́̊̀̓̃̎͊͑̓͐͐̈́̚͠͝r̸̶̴̵̸̶̴̵̸̫̊̏́͛̍ ̸̴̶̵̶̸̷̷̴̶̶̸̴̴̸̸̴̡̛̠͔̭̖̭͇͋̓̐̀̆̕p̵̷̸̴̷̸̷̷̵̴̸̵̴̵̸̵̶̸̴̶̶̶̷̶̷̸̸̴̷̵̵̸̸̴̴̴̶̷̴̟̫͔̺̘̣͈̥̠̝̙̺̰͚̙̱͖̗͙̆̎̋̐̽̎̃͌̓̽̒͒̍̎̿͘̚l̶̶̴̸̷̷̶̸̴̸̸̸̴̴̵̴̶̷̴̷̸̷̴̴̴̸̴̸̵̴̵̶̴̶̵̸͎͇̖̭̜͉͓͍͓̹͔̤͑̿͋̉̃̈́́̌̈͗̌̓͊͆̔̾̀̊́͜͝ą̸̵̵̷̴̸̸̷̸̵̸̶̴̴̶̷̵̵̷̸̸̶̶̸̷̸̷̶̴̸̶̴̷̶̴̢̛̛͉̯̳͔̻͚̩̣̮̍͂̄͂͛̈́̾̋͊̆̒̇̋̔͗̃͜͠ͅń̵̴̴̴̷̶̸̴̸̵̶̷̸̷̵̸̢̖̙͇͈͍͖͇̺͇̅́ȩ̶̷̵̸̵̷̵̷̷̸̳͗̋̈́̕͠!̸̶̸̷̷̴̶̷̸̴̸̴̴̷̶̶̷̵̸̡̹̲̘̞̹̙̤͚̝̥̯͗́̏͝"
Such was the first thing Ryan heard.
"Ah... What the h..." At this moment he felt a head-splitting pain." Argh!" Shouted Ryan, but the sound that he heard was instead as powerfull as a whole stadion of people shouting.
Due to your Blessing of God of Souls, and Blessing of God of Creation, you acquired an unique skill: Mind Separation. Your mind has been separated into 999 minor parts, and 1 major.
".̸̷̷̵̸̸̸̶͚͈̈̓͘.̴̷̸̸̶̷̷̴̷̶̴̷̷̷̵̧̧̧̛̈́͛͛̒̓͗̿̐.̴̸̵̶̷̵̴̶̸̶̸̴̴̸̷̴̷̷̷̴̗̦͚̫̮̣̰̫̣̜̦̞̽͗̅̇͝T̴̷̶̵̵̸̵̶̶̷̵̵͇̄͐͋̓͊̃̚͘ẖ̷̷̶̸̴̷̶̶̷̴̸̷̴̶̵̸̶̸̵̸̶̴̵̵̸̼̜̲̟̫̺̟̯̳̔̈͐͂͆̀͑́̓͆͆̚ả̸̵̸̸̴̶̷̷̸̶̵̴̸̵̶̶̵̸̡̜̻͖̲̯̻̐̿̉̐̉͜͠ń̵̸̶̵̵̶̷̸̵̸̸̶̸̴̵̮͙͗̾͛̏̈́̾́̕͝k̸̵̸̶̴̷̴̴̷̸̵̷̸̸̵̷̶̷̷̷̶̴̡̻͈̟̘̞͇̭̬̖̪̯̃̎́̏̈́̿̚f̴̶̵̵̵̸̵̸̵̶̴̵̴̸̱̱͔͍͌̌́̐͘̚ͅu̵̸̵̵̸̴̶̶̸̵̸̷̻̦̯̼̳͉̔̄̕l̵̸̵̶̴̴̴̴̴̴̴̷̴̷̸̶̶̸̴̵̴̸̵̨̢̨̝̼̼͓̠͆̀̄͑̽̒̌͒̎͠͝͠l̸̸̸̸̴̴̶̴̘̣̎̿͗y̸̶̶̵̷̴̴̴̷̵̴̷̵̵̴̵̵̵̴̸̵̱͎͕̙̞̣̏̋͌̔͛̄̆̏͊͘͝ͅ ̵̴̸̵̸̶̵̶̵̸̷̶̸̵̵̸̴̷̸̶̧̭̱͈̻̠̺͎̐̋͌̈̏̄̉͘͝i̶̸̷̵̵̶̵̸̷̵̸̶̵̴̴̸̲̥͈̫̫̽̃̒̌̒͐͘̕t̷̶̶̵̴̸̵̷̷̴̵̸̴͓͈̭͍̝̬̪̮̔ͅ ̶̸̴̷̴̴̵̷̸̵̷̸̵̷̨̗͈̪̂̃́͂̍͘͠s̸̴̸̵̵̸̸̴̷̵̶̵̷̷̶̸̸̵̸̴̶̴̶̶̛̲̫̖͙͖͇̪̻̳͍̫̻̓̈̋̈́͛̇͑͝ữ̵̴̶̸̷̷̷̸̷̸̶̵̸̴̷̶̵̴̴͔̦͚̩̱̗̇̓̾͊͂̌̆͝c̷̵̴̶̷̴̸̷̴̴̵̶̷̸̵͙̖̪͓͇̳̱̅̇̌̂͒ċ̶̵̵̸̵̴̶̸̶̷̷̴̵̷̵̷̶̸̷̵̴̻͉̰̗͙͖̬͓͔̈́̔̌͌̿͊̇͝ẽ̸̴̸̶̷̴̵̴̴̴̳̓̋͌̕͝e̴̵̵̵̶̵̷̶̶̴̷̶̸̶̹̱͚̮̠̊̇̊͌̔͜d̵̵̸̴̸̵̸̷̶̵̷̶̶̶̵̵̶̜̥̎͑̄̈́̍͛́̆̓̏͠͠.̸̸̸̵̸̸̸̸̵̷̸̴̷̵̵̶̸̧̱̘̐̒̈́̋̑̿͌̓͘͝.̴̵̵̷̴̷̶̴̷̶̵̶̷̵̶̷̪̫̹̲͕͚̰͍͍̂̏̈͠.̸̷̷̴̶̷̴͈͎̜̋ ̶̵̵̸̶̸̸̷̶̵̵̶̷̸̷̵̴̵̵̨̡͕̭̖̖̞̘̥͓̬͓̌͗͆̓N̵̸̸̴̴̶̵̸̶̵̷̷̷̸̸̸̷̵̷̛̯̝̞̉̐͒̇̎̀̆̐̚͜͜͝ô̸̷̷̵̸̴̸̶̴̸̷̸̸̸̵̵̴̴̵̴̶̴̵̵̸͔̣̫̼̣̲̲̣̠̬͌͆̍̊̋͛̎̐͜͝͠w̷̶̸̴̵̴̴̶̵̸̵̸̶̷̵̵̶̷̴̷̶̴̡̛̙̦͚̝̪̗̪̹̒̂̎͊̏̄̆͜͝ ̸̷̸̴̷̸̴̵̸̶̶̸̵̷̸̴̷̵̵̷̵̷̵̶̸̷̨̱̻̼͕̺̘͇͉̘̳̫̈́̈͒͗̒̀̌͒̀̚͝o̶̸̷̴̶̴̵̵̴̴̵̶̶̵̶̶̷̻̝̤͚̞͊̑̏̊͊̀̋̕͠ņ̴̸̸̸̸̴̸̴̶̵̵̶̶̶̵̴̵̶̷̴̷̧͔̦̻͚̺́̽̌̓́̌́̏͐͆͝l̸̶̶̵̵̴̸̶̴̷̸̵̵̵̶͛̅̓̈̊͐̈́͊̚͜͠ͅy̴̷̷̸̸̸̵̹̫͉̓ ̶̷̵̸̴̵̵̴̴̵̵̵̵͖̞̣̈̄̄͆͛̄͠t̶̴̴̸̸̶̶̵̷̴̶̵̴̷̶̸̶̗̮͙̝͑͐̉͐͋̓́̆͛͝ờ̶̷̶̴̸̴̸̶̵̷̵̸̵̵̸̶͖̟͑͊́̈́͌̐̄̓͝ ̵̷̴̷̴̶̶̵̷̴̷̝̹̥̥̺̺̫͆g̶̷̶̴̷̷̴̸̵͎̬̀͌͐̓i̴̶̴̵̶̸̷̷̷̶̴̸̶̴̶̶̶̶̡̧̢̩̭͔̓͒͑̐͆̉́̀͝v̴̸̴̷̶̴̷̸̸̵̷̴̸̸̸̴̵̼͚̮̮͑͗̋͂̇̓̄̽̾̓ȅ̶̴̵̶̶̸̶̷̵̴̵̵̸̷̸̷̶̴̸̷̵̵̴̬͇̟̺̻̫̖̇́̿͆̀̍̐̃̏͜͜ͅ ̸̶̴̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̸̸̸̶̸̶̴̷̵̸̴̸͙̣̘͇̰̭̳̆̄̊̀̍̈̑̔̈́̑̕͜ĥ̶̵̸̴̷̵̴̷̸̸̛̗̀̄̑̇ỉ̵̵̷̴̵̷̴̷̷̴̷̷̷̷̷̴̶̷̢̤̙̩̱͊̓̓͂͂̋̇̚͜ḿ̸̴̵̷̷̷̸̷̸̵̴̷̶̸̸̶̸̶̵̴̵̶̷̴̷̨̛͕̝͈̪̯̩͓̯͍͍̈́̿̀̓̀͐̊͆͘ ̵̸̵̴̶̷̵̴̸̵̴̶̴̸̵̷̶̸̨̖͈͙̻̽̃̀̋͛̂̃̈́͜ͅt̸̵̴̸̷̸̸̶̶̷̴̵̷̷̴̶̷̵͖̻̭͊̐̿͆̓͛͐̓̀̉̃̓ȟ̴̷̷̸̸̷̶̴̶̸̷̴̶̷̷̷̸̶̵̷̴̷̨̘̞̬͙̤̪̼̣͂̈́̿̐̈́͋̿̌͝e̸̸̸̸̶̴̳̦͌ ̴̷̴̶̸̸̵̷̸̷̸̷̴̞̾̓̔̿̂̌̈̕͠ẗ̶̷̵̷̵̴̴̴̶̵̸̸̷̶̵̶̷̨̫̐̏͛̒̏̅͒̒̒̈̓r̸̷̸̸̴̷̴̷̸̶̶̷̸̴̸̴̸̶̴̵̡̠̘͈̘͔̯̩̠̠͇̫̀͗̽̿̎ą̵̷̴̶̵̶̵̸̸̴̸͙̜̩̥͈̈́̉ṋ̸̶̵̴̸̷̷̵̶̴̸̶̴̨̡̘̐̿́͌͜͜s̶̶̵̷̷̵͈͕͝l̶̷̶̶̵̷̴̷̵̷̴̵̵̸̷̸̴̴̵̴̶̷̷̷̴̷̴̹̣͕͖͉̗̺͕͉̯̹͍̉̊̍̓͗̈́́̅̈̈́̿͝ȧ̷̸̶̵̷̴̵̴̵̶̷̴̷̸̙̳͚̌̔͆̿̀̂̃ṭ̸̴̵̴̷̵̸̴̴̷̶̴̶̸̡̭̣́̆̎̊̄́͜ĭ̸̷̵̶̴̸̵̴̶̸̴̵̶̶̷̡̮̻̹̺͚̻͖̊̀͜o̸̷̴̶̴̸̴̷̷̴̸̶̶̴̴̶̴̵̜͖͚̺͖̬͔̻̜͌̉͑͘͜ͅn̷̸̸̷̸̴̶̴̴̵̴̷̶̴̷̵̵̴̴̶̴̡̟̺̘̞̳͕̣͉̘̎̀̒̄̄̇̚ͅ ̸̷̴̵̷̸̵̷̵̵̸̶̵̷̶̢̻̠͍̻̘͖̻͓̭͕̊s̴̶̶̷̵̸̶̵̶̴̵̷̨͍̞̳̭̤̺̈͝p̸̴̸̸̴̵̶̶̸̸̸̷̸̸̵̴̵̶̵̶̛͇̮̬̘̖͑͌̑̓͒̓̾̆͐͘͝e̷̵̸̶̵̸̵̶̸̷̷̶̷̴̸̸̸̷̸̶̵̵̸̡̜̰̞̙͙̱̖̺̹͍͐̿̃̎̄̔̿͘̕l̸̴̵̷̷̸̸̶̴̷͎̱̙̞͎̬̂ļ̴̷̴̵̷̸̶̸̸̴̷̷̷̷̶̸̶̴̵̸̛̭̰̱͈̈́͗̆́̈́́̂̌̕̕ͅ.̶̷̷̶̸̴̶̴̴̶̫͔͖͖̥̥͝.̷̸̶̸̷̶̶̸̴̴̶̸̸̸̵̸̷̴̶̡͚͍̦͒́́̾͊̈̔́̎̌̈́̀.̴̴̷̴̸̴̷̴̴̷̷̸̶̴̴̸̴̴͙̺͕̳̗͚͉̞̈́̒͛̍̽̈́͘" The incomprehensible language floated out of
the dark figure."O̵̵̶̴̵̶̶̷̵̶̶̶̷̴̡̢̤̠̤̩͉͑̌͝͝h̵̴̵̵̷̷̷̸̷̸̷̨̆̈̇̃̈́̓͒,̸̵̷̸̴̸̴̱̺̈́̇ ̵̶̴̶̷̴̵̴̷̷̴̵̶̛̝̟̬̗͛͆͌̇̂Ĝ̷̴̴̵̵̴̷̷̸̵̵̴̴̪͙̮̳͔̻̈́̑̕o̶̴̵̵̷̸̸̵̵̷̸̡̨̩̤̯͊̔̒d̴̴̸̸̶̸̷̯̯͙͆s̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̵̘̈́̔͠,̵̶̴̴̵̸̷̵̶̵̷̨̝̬̤̓͌̐̇ ̸̵̷̵̶̶̴̴̵̵̸͓̂̆̂̎̉̆̂a̶̵̷̷̶̷̷̶̸̶̷̛͎̦̣̻̺̭ͅḽ̶̴̸̴̶̶̸̷̸̷̴̦̺̘̓̌̌̾ḷ̵̵̵̴̵̶̵̴̶̲͚͆͋̉ỏ̵̸̴̷̶̵̸̴̸̵̢͉͉̰̐͒w̴̵̵̵̵̧̐ ̸̶̵̷̵̵̩̬̈́t̴̷̸̴̴̵̴̵̷̷̵̵̸̷̸̵̜͔̥͚̞͐̀͗̆̔̓͊͜h̷̷̷̸̴̷̶̷̴̶̸̴̷̡̝͎͓̹̙̆͐̓̏ị̵̷̷̷̶̷̸̷̵̷͓̠̹̹͛̕s̶̴̵̴̷̴̴̷̷̷̷̸̴̪̮̬̟͇̦̎͊̎̉ ̷̸̵̴̶̶̷̵̶̸̧͓̱̔̌̑̕b̶̴̷̶̶̵̷̸̸̸̷̶̸̙̭̮̰̜̈́̋̃͗͝ȇ̴̸̵̴̵̸̵̶̷̵̶̸̴̸̶̡̮̰̮̼̗̓͂̃̇̾ī̴̸̸̴̵̵̵̴̶̶̳̪̀̎̚͝n̶̴̸̷̶̷̵̵̴̶̸̵̴̷̙̘̖̹͇̋̀̆̈̎̏g̴̵̵̵̸̸̸̵̴̸̻̟͍̒̇̀̉ ẗ̴͓͓̬́̃o̷̧̫͙̙̊̈́́̊͐ ̵̣̼̎̈̑͑̇u̴̥͓̻͉͗͛̀̓n̴̢͚̹̲̥̓͊̏͋͠d̶̛̛̺̓̚ȇ̸̪̗̜̝̚͘ͅṙ̷̛̼̌̈͝s̴͇̹͎̭̑̌̃͋͝ț̵̻͓̤̜̃͋̈̿ą̸͇̃͗̏̚ͅn̵̡̯̰͈͓̎̋͆̚ ̶̳̯̺̿́̾͂t̶̢̝͎̥̗͌ȟ̴̫̼̬͕̳͗̅͊͝e̵̢͓̞̥̹̾̋ ̶͚̜̹͙̽͂́̃̆͜languages of this world!"
"Well time to go, they're already waking up..." Having said that, the mysterious person, disappeared in a flash of black-white light. Our hero's main body sat up, still wobbling and looked around.
"Oh, damn it! Where the hell am I!" Shouted frustrated Ryan."Well, let's start with the more important part, according to my newly gained knowledge, my name - Ryan is in actality, my souls name, which is better of hidden." He spoke to himself, while contemplating the knowledge, that he gained in split second of being transported here. "...and the easiest solution, would be changing my name... Also, regarding names, it would be troublesome to have every body, habe the same..." So does he thought out aloud. "Oh, well. I'll think about it later."
After an hour or so, every body had already became conscious.
"""So, lets get out of here...""" And so he, or rather they departed south.
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Two hours of walking south, and two west from the summoning site, Army Commander's Tent
???: "General, are the soldiers ready?" Asked woman dressed in pricey-looking clothes.
General: "No, my liedge. During the preparations, our mages, detected intense magic fluctations about, 13 km North-East from here."
Woman: "Ignore, and prepare for the fight."
General:"Yes! Soldiers get ready!" Shouted the man called General outside a tent.
"YES SIR!"
9km to South, then 0,5km to East - Walls of Denirth
"Madam, thers's been a fluctations of powerful magic North form here. About 2,5km."A woman in a maid uniform spoke to the young girl standing on a walls.
"I see, is tere any possibility of it being related to Litra Kingdom's army? And are the news about enemy commanders identity true?"
"No, and yes M'lady. It's been confirmed that the commander of enemy forces is the daughter of Military Advisor, which explains the amount of soldiers they gathered for a separate force."
"Any news about our allies?"
"All of the ones from the northern fron are being kept busy by enemy."
"Thank you, Nisa." Sighted the woman. " Is it really the gods will to end our city?"
"Who knows, we can only pray and fight till the last drop of blood, Madam"
"Then let's pray, for us to survive, and for enemies to perish..."
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Bunkercore
(Update: This is now a published story: You can find it here; https://www.royalroad.com/amazon/B07HKV8BRN Pursuant to Kindle Select TOS, I have pruned the existing story present on this site down to less than 10% of the book's total size. As such, it is compliant with all applicable Amazon rules and regulations.) Wynne might have been human once. It's hard to say. Now he's a bunker core, a nanomachine controller responsible for an entire complex. Of course, the place is a bit wrecked. And the world outside is ruins. And he's pretty sure that whoever put him here is going to come looking for him at some point... Dungeon Core, Post-apocalyptic style. Come for the mutants, stay for the dystopian adventure! Claimer: My name is Andrew Seiple. I write this story, and I own the rights to it. It is posted on Spacebattles.com and Sufficientvelocity.com, as well as royalroadl.comCover art by Amelia Parris.
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(OLD) Progenitor of Mana (OLD)
Leo had always dreamed of the feats. he would be able to accomplish if he had access to something like magic. Creating technology that ran on mana, ruling kingdoms by an iron fist, exploring a vast world full of adventure. But alas his world never had any until one morning when everything changed because of a System? This story is not for the light hearted, at least that is the direction I have it going.
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I Must Find Light, Or I Will F-ing Die!
A horror LitRPG story. A man awakens to a pitch-black void within a vast network of subterranean tunnels. With only a blade, a candle, and a handful of matches, he will need to travel through the passages and survive against the hellish beasts that pursue him in the dark. --------------------------------- Grimdark. Profanity and Gore are present in this story. LISTEN TO THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS IN AUDIO FORM. NARRATED BY AWARD WINNING VOICE ARTIST JACK VORACES: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpB5_AFst_M
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Meet Me in Another World: For You
Five years have gone by since Michael last opened Lunar Masquerade, an MMORPG where you don’t choose a class, a calling chooses you. Yet, here he is, awake inside the game, naked in a circle of arcane symbols. Summoned. But, when he finds that the one to summon him is no other than his fiancée’s character, Selrah, it soon dawns on him that they may have left the game, but the game continued without them. No longer Michael, but Mythril, and a few quests and a raid later, he is on the run. His summoning no accident, he must flee the very person he thought he could rely upon, not to mention an ego-maniac of a guild leader, and a forlorn ostrich named Audreg. His calling changing to one thought only of legend, his companions a womanizing bard and a noxiri too fond of daggers, Mythril must regain his strength and reach the Feylands, before another calls upon the ancients leading the world into destruction once again.
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crossed over
modern day au x no white star au og cale is busy feeling sorry for himself when he winds up in a modern au where he's dating alberu. meanwhile, his modern day self is now stuck in the fantasy world he came from with no idea how or why he got there just a lot of chaos because i enjoy hurting og cale taking some suggestions for other characters/relationships if they comply well with the story outline i have
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BREATHE
She was floating around under water. Suffocating and slowly dying, the blue of the water causing her to not see anything. Tears covered her eyes, leaking out and flowing down her face like a stream. Suddenly she can see a bright light, and a hand was reached out towards her. She slowly reached up taking his hand. He pulled her out into the light. Her darkskin glowing and shining. With one more pull she was out the water, sensing everything around her. Finally seeing everything around her. She can finally BREATHE.
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