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The Invincible Full-Moon System

The sinful acts of humanity bring forth a great calamity upon themselves, or so they thought. Supernatural Emergence happened. Supernatural creatures start to come out of nowhere and forcefully claim half of the Earth and massacre any humans that cross their paths. All of them are too powerful, dozens of countries fall under their diabolic claws. Humanity was pushed against the corner. But things started to turn around when humanity began to awaken magical powers. Awakened is the name for those who awaken these powers blessed by the Gods, and they become the pillars of humanity. Rex Silverstar is a normal boy who has a traumatic experience. On the day of the Supernatural Emergence, a Werewolf takes everything he has. He lost his family and his home, left alone in this cruel world. What drives him to live every day is his deep hatred towards the Supernaturals. Joining the military in the hope of helping exterminate the Supernaturals from an early age, he found out that it's impossible to kill the Werewolf that was responsible for killing his parents without being an Awakened. On a fateful night, in a near-death experience, he's given a chance by the full moon. It was the turning point of his life. Obtaining a System that allows him to become stronger, having the potential to match and surpass the Supernaturals, Rex was ecstatic until he saw his stats window. "I'M NOT A WEREWOLF!!" "Daily quest failed, sanity stat has been decreased by 20%!" "Sanity stat is too low, you are unable to contain the blood moon blessing!" "Starting forceful transformation!" "WHAT?! I'm a human! What transformation?!" "You are overwhelmed with bloodlust!" ----- Join my discord: https://discord.gg/cg6a5sBkpJ Support me here: https://ko-fi.com/mrboogey13 ----- I do not own the cover of the book, if you made it and want to take it down just say so and I will immediately change it.

Mrboogey13 · Fantasy
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A Battle of Souls

From the depths of the earth, a torrent of thousands of souls erupted.

Graahh!

All of their ethereal forms twisted and writhed as they surged forth with an astral roar.

Each soul bore the weight of its untold anguish—unleashed in a cacophony of cries that rent the air with their otherworldly plangency. As the spectral horde descended upon the victims trapped within their relentless onslaught, the air crackled with palpable intensity.

Instead of attempting to pull Rex and the others' souls, these souls aimed for another goal.

As opposed to doing that, they aimed to share their suffering instead.

Like a tidal wave of torment, the souls crashed against the barriers of flesh and bone, giving the taste of the pain they suffered at the end of their lives by the Passue Matriarch's hands, and it was dreadful—their spectral forms intertwining and passes through Rex, Edward—the Witch, and the Executor's bodies.