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Break the World

Jay Riemman , disappointed in the oppressive reality of the 22nd century is given a chance to destroy the society of the rich and powerful when Rifts begin to appear on Earth. [This is my effort in creating a somewhat of a "villain" protagonist who is not supported by a super system designed for him nor an immense plot armor, but who survives by using logical thinking, relying on strong teammates, and using underhanded methods] [A lot of my inspiration comes from other novels that deal with the concept of portals to other worlds, but I am trying to make this work differentiate as much as possible by mixing various other concepts and some of my original ideas] [Oh this is already too long but closing, I need to emphasize that this novel is something I do for fun and every possible feedback will be very helpful] (The cover picture doesn't belong to me, if you are the artist that created it please message me or leave a comment if you want it removed)

DogPerson · Fantasy
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28 Chs

Introduction

The young goblin was in the process of hunting its prey, and while hiding in the tall crimson red grass it waited for an opportunity to ambush the weak rabbit.

Unlike the other monsters inhabiting their planet, goblins possessed the ability to create tools and moved in large groups, which allowed them to overpowered stronger opponents.

With a small stone axe in its right hand and a sinister smile, it sprinted to the unaware creature ready to slash its neck.

At that moment horrifying screams that undoubtedly belonged to its kin were heard from the nearby goblin village, scaring the rabbit, which, realizing the deadly predicament it was in, hastily run away from the surprised goblin, easily escaping the goblins grasp through sheer agility and speed.

The goblin, curious about the screams and angry of losing its prey, quickly rushed to the village.

Upon arriving, it witnessed a scene of a complete slaughter, with the remains of its species scattered across the entire village, and a young man standing still, whose blade was covered in the blood of its kin.

[3 hours before, Earth]

"Ahh, it so hot", I sighed as sweat had painted my white shirt grey.

After finishing my shift at the nearby supermarket I was walking along a narrow and long alley that served as a nice shortcut towards my apartment.

Passing by were three college students, two tall muscular guys, and one attractive blonde girl wearing expensive clothes, when....

"Oh sorry...", I apologized to the girl who I just bumped to.

While it is probably her fault for not minimizing the amount of space her group took, it can't hurt to be kind I thought, especially when a pretty girl was present ....

"HEY loser cant you see where you are walking", one of the guys responded raising and clenching his fist above my face.

I was dumbfounded, his response was definitely out of my expectations ...

-....shit this guy is trouble

"Hey babe, should I beat this trash up ?", he continued.

"Nah, I am not in the mood today, take me shopping there is a necklace I want", and with that, they left the alley.

"Fucking hypocrites ....what era do they think they live in...ah forget it", this was actually a very common attitude for rich and spoilt brats.

The difference between rich and poor always existed in human history, but as the conglomerate heirs grew up and passed down their corrupt ideals to the future generation, the society of the 22nd century had become a place where the strong rule and the weak can only obey ...

Money ... money equals power, one which ordinary people cannot resist.

As I was filled with such thoughts, the air surrounding me started to feel heavier ...

The space in front of me started to bend and a few seconds later, a weird object ... no an unfamiliar existence had formed in front of my eyes.

As if the world itself split in half, I could only see the reflection of my surroundings in the mirror-like substance with a man standing in the middle of it.

An ordinary-looking young man in his 20's, with short dark hair, and a physique that lacked any attractive features, was staring back at me with eyes filled with curiosity.

That was no doubt my reflection.

I could feel a strange power coming from it, in my entire life I had never experienced something so thrilling.

A message appeared in front of me.

[Challenger in proximity to a rift, displaying current battle prowess]

-Stats

Vitality: 0.6

Endurance: 0.4

Strength: 1.1

Agility: 1.3

Sense: 1.6

???: 0

???: 0

???: 0%

After a few seconds of seriously considering the possibility of having hallucinations, I quickly reconsidered and started to assess the inexplicable situation I was in.

At that moment I recalled all those novels I had read when I was a teenager, which always involved the main protagonist acquiring a god-like ability after being transported to another universe and becoming a hero ...

"But why are my stats so unbalanced ... fuck I now regret not exercising more ... well smoking probably didn't help either"

Filled with excitement and curiosity and in fear of anyone else seizing the potentially life-changing opportunity that was presented to me, I entered the rift.

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