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The Deceitful One

With the advent of steam power, mankind has advanced and ushered in the industrial revolution. This is the age of steam locomotives, automatons, guns, and cannons, as well as curses, magic, artifacts, and the occult. Hidden in the shadows are a group of extraordinary people who wield enormous power and strange abilities that normal people cannot even begin to comprehend. They are known as Transcendents! Bryan, a wily thief with a penchant for mischief, lost his parents at a very young age and was forced to live on the streets. That is until his whole life turned around when he was shown the Path to becoming a Transcendent. The Theft Path specializes in deceit and illusions. It can steal everything under the heavens. Even the powers, thoughts, and lives of others. Follow Bryan on his journey through this dangerous and treacherous world as he steals from gods and robs the mortals. This is the story of The Deceitful One. *** My novel has a steampunk world setting, so expect a lot of steam-powered technology as well as retro-looking futuristic inventions. Furthermore, there will be churches, secret organizations, and cults. So if you're a fan of LotM—which I have taken inspiration from btw—you will definitely like my novel. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a novel so you might find some mistakes here and there. Just know that I'm constantly trying to improve. Cheers! *** https://discord.gg/ZwFUa2zM

PandaDumpling · Fantasy
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264 Chs

Massacre at Brown Manor (Finale)

Bryan's spiritual force was depleting at a rapid rate as he continued to maintain Mirage. He had to make sure that he killed everybody in the warehouse before his spell was disrupted.

He didn't want to leave anyone alive. That would only spell more trouble in the future.

About twenty people had already died. There were still many lives left to reap. Bryan took the pistols from Marco and Jeffrey's dead bodies. He reloaded both pistols and then held one in each arm.

He ran around the crates, alongside the walls of the warehouse, and shot twelve bullets in a row. After emptying the gun, he took cover behind another crate.

Twelve shots were fired. Five were dead and one was bleeding in the chest and shoulder, about to die in mere minutes. With two shots aimed per person, one could see Bryan's gun shooting skills had improved tremendously.