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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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417 Chs

Death's Match

"NOW!"

I instantly released the Pale Rider from [Subspace], welcoming him with the flurry of attacks waiting to bombard him.

Since I could edit whatever was within [Subspace], I made sure to spit him out without any gear.

He was just a naked, pale being.

It seemed like his body was coated in purple flame-like energy which exuded a vast amount of negative pressure. Still, he wasn't as tall as before. The being called Death was just a bit taller than I was, having a bald head and gleaming purple eyes.

'So, this is how he looks like without the armor, uh?' I sneered internally.

He was on the ground—still recoiling from shock—when my subordinates' attacks clashed with him.

>BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!<

"Uh?" My eyes were met with a peculiar strike.

The multiple attacks did not connect with him! Rather, some form of invisible barrier blocked them from landing any blow on him.

'An automatic defense function, even without his gear?'