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Blessed by Night

In the year 2033 it began. Gods, monsters, devils, angels every higher creature from every mythology began to bless those they found worthy and share their powers. Eventually with the emergence of the gates, we realized they were preparing us. The so called chosen heroes who enter gates are known as the Blessed and in it’s become the most sought after career in the world. They are the most famous and well known people in the entire world and some are even the leaders of their own nations. They are immensely powerful, beautiful, and charming beings. After five whole years, we still have no idea what the higher’s criteria are for blessing a human. Despite the seemingly loose criteria, only 1 percent of the population actually end up as blessed and gain the privilege of entering gates and defending our world. With all of the excitement around the Blessed, we seem to have forgotten the most important question. Why are they doing this for us and what will they require in return? —— Discord link is : https://discord.gg/yXuqHaS6dc ———————— Additional tags : - yuri (MCs sister and best friend.) Milf (MC is a milf hunter so most of the women in the harem will be cougars. Character development is a bit slower compared to my other novels because Malachi is meant to feel like a real person. If you start reading this with the expectation that Mal is going to be some cool bastard with no emotions who treats everyone around him like they’re disposable, then boy o boy are you in for the shock of your fucking life.

AnathaShesha · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
293 Chs

Sarcasm & Cup Noodles

"…The fuck happened to them?"

Currently, Malachi and Belloc were standing unnecessarily close together as they stared into a 'cell'.

Behind a wall of ultra concentrated hard light, a total of around twenty individuals were all unconscious on the floor.

Judging by the fact that most appeared to have soiled themselves, they must have suffered a great fright before passing out.

Malachi remembered the ungodly pressure his unwilling companion exerted only a few moments ago and he grimaced at the thought.

"It's your fault, dumbass... getting all pissy like that, its no wonder that they couldn't stay upright."

"All I'm hearing is that they're weak. Can't even handle me when I'm a little irritable." Belloc muttered. 

Malachi had no response to that, and truthfully he was starting to find death more preferable than this situation.

On a keypad just outside the cell, Malachi punched in a short code and the barrier dissipated into nothingness.