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The Over-Break System

After Suddenly Dying due to a Nuclear Strike in World World Three, our Main Characters, two brothers, find themselves standing before the two Deities whose Religious Artifacts they wore upon death. The Two Deities give them a choice, enter the Cycle of reincarnation as usual, without their memories, or Reincarnate into a world of their choosing while keeping their Memories. However, Option 2 carries a high cost; if they die…that’s the end of the line; they are wiped from existence. This is a gripping tale of Battles, Bloodshed, and Mental trauma from their past lives told in a different style than typically seen in a Webnovel or Light Novel. A tale where two brothers are set up against impossible odds in a world where they truly only have each other to rely on. But… are their lives truly their own or have they become playthings and chess pieces in a grander, Divine plan. ((THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN A VERY SPECIFIC WESTERN FORMAT, WHERE CERTAIN CHARACTERS WILL BE HIGHLIGHTED IN CERTAIN WAYS MORE THAN OTHERS! AT ITS CORE, THIS STORY DOES HAVE 2 MAIN CHARACTERS, EVEN IF EARLY ON, IT DOES NOT SEEM THAT WAY!)) Commissioned Cover Art Made By https://www.instagram.com/xx_crimsonx_xx/ Check out the discord DISCORD, https://discord.gg/j4VNbvNC6u--

ScotchTy · Fantasy
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677 Chs

Brance’s First Turning Point Quest (4)

--Several Seconds Earlier--

Without hesitation, the instant Brance noticed Michael's shoulder muscles tense up, his left hand went to his sheath, and he used it like a lever alongside kicking off the ground to dive out of the way from the tri-pronged wing attack, narrowly avoiding it. 

Unfortunately, he used too much force and lost control of his roll after throwing his body half a dozen meters backward.

'Fuck, FUCK!' Brance screamed in his head as he tried his best to keep his knees tucked close to his body, allowing him to continue rolling, but as he completed each rotation, his eyes flicked to Michael, who had caught up and was flying within arm's reach above him. 

'Predict his next sequence.'

Having fought for several minutes back and forth and observing the sinister and prideful smile on the Archangel's lips, Brance knew he was in for some deep shit; as Michael extended his arm to grab him and do something vicious, Brance's mind spun.