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Rise Of The Hoarder

On Christmas day, seemingly overnight, God summoned everyone on Earth, giving every single person a 'Gift' along with a System. These Gifts, synonimous with special abilities granted people powers beyond comprehension. However, with these abilities came tragedy that enveloped the world. The Apocalypse! Jeremy Lewis, a reclusive loner, is mysteriously exempt from this phenomenon and finds himself being the only one without a Gift. God decides to grant him the last Gift available, [Subspace], and forcefully returns him to a world that has become hell. Horrifying monsters now lurk around every corner, and inevitable death awaits. Arming himself with his wits and the Gift he possesses, how will Jeremy survive this cruel new world that he finds himself in? "Everything will go according to plan, and ultimately the path I have started will lead to my victory... these tools will be useful in achieving that!" PLEASE JOIN OUR DISCORD!!!  https://discord.gg/nTP43UEphg ALSO, WE NOW HAVE A SUBREDDIT COMMUNITY. Please join to interact more with other readers and the author! https://www.reddit.com/r/Magecrafspellcraft?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share This is to provide better services to you readers, and for a more direct conversation between me as an author, and you as readers. Plus, there are Original Character Designs of the novel characters in the communities. So, please... Hop on the Discord and Subreddit train! Follow me on Instagram: the_magecrafter You're all welcome!

Magecrafter · Fantasy
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425 Chs

A Young Man's Epitaph

[Moments Earlier]

"Shit! They're catching up to us!" One of the fleeing deserters cried, looking behind impatiently to see the injured Hobs approaching.

"How do we open this? The gate is too heavy!" Another bellowed.

"Does anyone here have a strength Gift?"

"Are you retarded? If I did, I would have fought back those Hobs!"

"Shit! We're screwed. Are we really going to die here?"

As they grasped their head in a panic, one of the running Gifted approached the panicking group, already out of breath.

"W-what's… going… on? Why haven't you guys opened the gate yet?!" He huffed, panting profusely.

One of the desperate people was kind enough to explain the situation to the newcomer, perhaps hoping that he could proffer a solution to their problem before the incoming Demons reached them.

"H-hold on… what did you say the gate is made of?" The panting man asked.

"Uh? I think it's wood. Yeah… It's wood!"