Sophia Garcia
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Thomas POV. "This is… This can't be real. I have to be dreaming or something." As I looked at the Hokage mountain and then to the rest of the leaf village, I could hear my breathing quicken. My heart started pounding in my chest. My hands trembling from the realisation that I had somehow been reborn into a fictional world. A world filled with dangers as well as opportunities. "What the hell? Why, how, who?" Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. "Ok. Calm down, Thomas. No need to panic."…-
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Darkness… All around me was nothing but darkness. I couldn't see anything, hear anything or even feel anything. It was like I was floating in a dark void. 'How long has it been? How did I even get here…?? Oh! Right... Now I remember.' ----------------------------------------------------- "Ring…" The sound of a bell ringing throughout the school could be heard. "That will be all. Class dismissed." "Yes!" "Whoohoo!!" "Finally!" The sounds of a teacher eager to leave and reach home…
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“Hey, there big guy, what happened here?” Zarian asked, flying into the scene with the wailing giant. Bianca zipped in across the grassy field and around ancient stone columns beneath him, ready to provide Zarian back up. The extra precaution was necessary. The giant was one hundred feet tall with massive stony arms and thick legs that ended with wide and round feet. Two long and curved ivory tusks thrusted out from the sides of his jaw, each as thick as tree trunks. He had big floppy ears like an…-
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Leaving Bianca to consider his warning, Zarian went over to the crafting wagon. He found Hannah sitting on a bench and diligently journaling as she looked intently into Reiki’s dungeon core. Instead of inquiring about Hannah’s new hobbies, he realized he hadn’t fully informed everyone of the situation at Castle Grimrock. Thinking over that, he made use of his Spectral Spider Network and sent everyone a ping. Once they all responded, he pulled them into his head except for Hannah and talked…
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Zarian’s thoughts ran rampant with the same thing on repeat. His Fractured Mind was no help when every segment was overrun. He wanted to join the tournament. He wanted to do it within the next year or two. If not, he might ascend from Corma and miss out. Unless he waited for it. “Gah! There’s nothing I can do about that right now.” Zarian lay back. He had the wagon’s tarp cover folded under him. Para folded up behind his back and head as an extra cushion that was a little spongy and bumpy in…
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Zarian made sure Para had a taste of the scraps Rickard had left behind. There wasn’t much, yet the Parasite Cloak enjoyed every bite. Then Para ate her fill of the Royal Guards while Zarian said farewell to everyone who wanted to see them off, which were mainly the beggars. Everyone other than Zarian’s party acted queasy and disturbed from the loud flesh-tearing, bone-cracking sounds of Para feasting, but Zarian didn’t let that dampen the occasion. He understood the weakness of normies. They…
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“You know how bad this would’ve gotten if you attacked at night,” Zarian said, while waiting for the White Roses of Purgehunt and Purehome to recover and prepare for the next round. Zarian yammered away with little to no concern: “It’s morning. I’m bathed in sunlight. I have to burn aura to conjure darkness when I don’t have enough nearby. This is your best opportunity to kill me up here on the surface.” A few minutes had gone by while he sat on his throne and let the enemy White Roses…
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Zarian hadn’t lived a great life before the Infinita Star System. He’d grown up in the worst end of the foster care program. He’d existed as an outcast at school. He’d left the Marines with a bad conduct discharge. He’d lived on the streets for a while, with a little sister only he could see while his dark magic was emerging, all of which could’ve been made up or part of his craziness. Months after opening a portal to another world, Zarian was having the time of his life. He was a legendary…
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Zarian and Naomi were sitting side by side on the kitchen counter, their shoulders leaned up against each other. They were trading boot camp stories and laughing at the hilarious or embarrassing moments they’d faced during their formative months as basic Marines. There wasn’t anything left in the kitchen. Everything was packed up, sold, or donated to a new charitable effort Arnold of Ambrose was setting up. Zarian rubbed his hand over the fancy marble counter as he and Naomi had a comfortable lull in…
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Zarian woke up and immediately knew it was night time. He rolled out of his bed and checked his body. Everything was working fine and back in order. Hell, he looked pretty good, honestly. Had he put on more weight in muscle? It wasn’t much. But it was noticeable. When he looked over to the side, he saw Para was still holding onto the dungeon core, and Reiki was still evolving. He smiled at his Parasite Cloak and patted her material. Para extended a tentacle and patted him on the head in…
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