《Re: Legion (Indefinite Hiatus)》Summoned or what?
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"Ö̷̶̵̶̵̴̴̵̸̸̷̷̸̶̶̸̷̶͕͖̰͇͓͒̀̀̓̿̿͘͠͝h̸̵̵̵̷̷̶̷̸̶̸̸̷̷̵̵̴̵̷̸̷̸̷̶̸̶̵̵̵̨̡̬͖͈͎̤̫̖̞̱͔́̅̋̔͐̑̒͐͒͋̆̏̕̚,̷̸̷̸̶̶̵̴̷̷̷̴̵̸̷̷̸̵̷̨̱̰̣̲͙̜͆̃̃͑̄̆͛̂̑ ̴̵̴̸̸̸̶̸̴̴̵̶̷̷̷̸̵̵̶̷̷̸̵̵̵̶̸̷̵̶̢͕͎̞̦̫̖͔̠̠̣͎̳̠̟̤̼͂̏̈́͒͒̾͒̕͜͝h̶̸̸̵̵̸̴̷̵̵̵̶̷̷̶̶̸̶̴̷̶̸̴̸̵̴̖͚͍̪̩͕̍̏͊̍̓̒͗̑̂̀͒̆̐̚͝͠͝e̸̵̶̴̴̶̵̸̶̵̴̵̴̸̴̶̶̷̴̷̵̴̴̷̶̷̷̵̴̵̶̷̸̶̵̶̢̡̛̖͓̜̹̯̱͖̙̤̞̠̔̓͗̀͐̈̏̈́̋́͌̓̐̈́̕͜͠͠ͅr̷̸̵̵̸̴̷̵̸̵̷̶̴̵̶̴̶̸̷̵̶̶̴̸̵̷̴̶̴̵̶̴̴̸̷̨̖̫̲̤̺͈̩͇̖̥̮̲̹̩͔̞͐͒̈́͊̌̀̃͒̋̑̓͜͝͝͝ó̸̸̶̴̴̸̸̸̵̷͙̮̍̾͆̉é̵̷̶̶̴̷̵̶̸̶̴̷̷̴̵̷̷̶̵̴̵̵̶̸̸̶̵̸̸̸̴̴̷̴̸̢̛̦̳͖̙̤͔͔̼̥̭̟̻̓̒̊̌̉̍̎̓̐̍̓̽̿͛̍͘͝s̸̸̴̴̴̴̵̸̸̸̴̷̴̵̷̶̶̷̴̷̷̶̸̸̷̸̸̰͖͇͓͓̟̝̝̮̖̉̏̉͗́͆͐̓̓̊̃̔͜ͅ.̸̷̸̷̶̸̴̷̵̵̷̸̵̴̷̸̴̶̴̴̵̴̵̷̴̶̴̷̷̷̶̵̶̸̴̢̡̠͖͎͖̩͇̯͚̹̫̊͂́́̈̈́̏͆͋̏̿̑̊͂̂͋͘̚͠ͅ ̵̷̴̵̵̸̴̴̴̵̴̶̸̴̸̸̷̷̵̶̢̢͈̯͈̝͙̻̜͇̓̀̊̍̅̀̌I̶̸̵̶̵̴̷̸̴̷̴͓͐̔̉̓͘̚͝ ̶̷̵̸̸̴̴̶̶̷̵̴̶̵̵̴̶̷̶̢̹͕̠̫͇͇͇̂̊̑̋̏͑͛̄s̵̶̸̴̴̵̸̶̴̵̵̷̶̶̴̵̸̷̷̷̶̶̵̵̸̴̴̴̸̶̴̷̴̨͎̠̬̹̫̥̜͙̭̲̫̲̈́́̀͋̑̽͌̓́̔̉͑͋͜͝͠͠u̵̸̷̷̴̷̵̶̵̵̴̵̸̴̷̞̗̅͌̂͛̃͆͛̅͊͝m̷̶̵̷̵̷̸̵̴̸̷̵̸̶̶̶̴̵̷̸̶̴̶̸̵̶̴̵̧̯̼͓̺̖̼̺̣̜̤͈̲͙̻͓͔̟̓̊́̓̏͊͘m̴̵̶̶̶̷̵̸̸̸̵̵̵̶̸̵̶̷̴̵̷̴̶̸̶̵̶̵̶̷̴̴̸̶̷̶̶̷̸̴̶̶͓͇͈̫̼͇͓̜̮̪̥̣̣͇̖̳̮̲̀̎͌̈̒̇̈́̈́͗͌͑̐̿͌̊͂̂̚͝͠ͅo̵̸̴̶̵̵̶̶̴̸̸̵̸̵̴̸͓̮̩̱͓̪̩̣͉̝̽̕͜n̵̵̶̸̶̸̶̴̴̷̴̵̸̴̴̶̸̸̼̑̽̎͆͆͆̃̎̎̍̚͝͠͝ ̶̷̴̶̷̵̷̸̷̴̷̵̸̶̷̷̶̸̷̷̴̶̨̤͖͕̳̪̫̼̪̦̱͓̂͑̈̓̑̏ͅt̴̴̵̸̷̸̸̵̷̵̷̸̵̶̴̶̶̸̷̶̶̶̶̵̟͕͚̠̰͔̘͇͇̪̟͐̒̀̓̀̎͛͘͝͝h̸̵̴̴̸̴̷̶̸̶̴̷̸̵̴̵̸̴̛̙̻̥̍͐̍̎̋͊̆͐͒͜͜ȩ̸̸̶̷̸̸̸̵̵̶̵̸̴̶̴̸̴̴̸̴̨̛͖͉̺̤̗̠͎͖̪̳̼͋̄͝e̶̵̶̸̵̸̸̶̶̸̴̶̷̸̴̵̸̷͙̠͋̓̈́̒̊͆̈̽͋͒̽̈́̕ ̶̴̸̴̵̸̵̵̷̸̴̷̵̷̶̸̴̶̶̷̴̶̸̵̴̸̷̵̷̷̴̧̡̝͉̗͍̳͉̳̜̗̫̼̟̖̜̹͈̭͆̆̀̇̃́̏͆͘ö̴̴̶̶̶̴̸̴̴̵̴̷̸̸̶̴̶̸̶̵̶̵̶̗̯̟́́̃̌̂̑͂̓̀͐͊̑́͊͒͘͠ń̷̴̴̴̵̶̷̶̸̴̸̵̷̷̵̴̦̻͙̎͗́̓̎̄͗̽͝t̵̸̵̶̴̴̴̶̴̴̷̷̶̸̶̴̵̸̶̸̴̸̷̸̡̛͈̱̖̟͇̻̬̓̐̏̊̍̀̇͌̓͋͘͝o̶̵̷̴̵̵̴̴̸̥̥͒͋͛̊ ̷̷̸̵̵̷̵̴̷̸̷̴̴̸̶̸̵̸̷̵̶̷̴̷̸̷̶̴̸̶͈̦͙͕͖̠̟̪̟̂̏͒͊̈́̾̐͊̅̀͛̑̋͘͜͜͜͝t̶̶̴̴̷̵̶̸̷̸̶̵̴̸̶̷̸̸̷̸̶̶̸̸̸̸̷͕̙͎͍͕̅̿̓̃̋̏̏̆̈́̐̃̍̒̄́̍̉̈́͠ḣ̵̵̷̶̵̶̵̵̸̸̴̷̵̵͎̤̯̝̖̘̯̍͛ͅį̵̶̵̶̴̶̸̴̸̸̸̷̴̶̵̴̸̸̶̷̷̷̴̷̴̴̸̵̶̴̶̡̛̯̭̣̙͇̹̣͊̆̾̇̏̎̅͛̈̇͗̈́͂͋̓̍͗͗s̴̵̶̶̷̴̶̶̵̶̴̸̸̸̷̷̭̤̟͉̺̪͓͋̈̏̽̄̕ ̶̸̸̶̸̴̶̷̵̷̶̵̴̶̴̸̶̶̶̸̴̴̴̷̖̝̦̦̪̬̤̗̖̍̾̔̑̈́̄͑̀̂͑͐̄w̶̶̶̸̵̴̷̸̴̴̶̵̶̴̷̷̖̼̳̤͇͇̮̩̮̥͓̔͜o̴̵̶̵̸̴̵̶̸̴̵̴̸̸̴̷̷̶̶̷̸̷̸̷̶̷̶̢̮͈̳͈͈̺͋̿̅̔̋͊̈̿̀͂́̍͒̇̇̔͠r̸̷̵̶̷̷̴̵̸̵̴̸̴̵̶̵̴̷̴̸̸̸̸̵̷̵̶̷̛̯̼̭͔̈̑̍̆̒̆̊͒̅̈͛̉̈́̀̃̈͋͜͠͝l̸̵̵̶̸̷̸̷̴̵̴̵̸̸̶̸̵̷̶̶͖͇̺̀͂͊͌̐͗̈́͑̋͆̃̓́ͅd̷̸̷̵̴̵̶̴̢̼̤͓̚ ̴̴̸̷̶̶̴̸̴̸̴̶̵̷̵̴̸̴̴̵̸̴̷̴̷̸̵̴̶̸͈̰̼̹̙͕͖̣͚̲͍̖̩͓̲͔̟͕͔̪͋̀̌̃͗̓͠t̵̶̴̵̴̷̵̶̴̸̷̴̷̪͙̺̪̖̩̄̋͘͝ỡ̷̴̴̶̸̶̸̶̷̶̸̷̷̷̶̵̴̶̸̸̴̶̸̴̷̰̲̙̗̗͎̳̭̯̰̜̟͕̰͔̰̎͊̽̉ ̶̶̵̷̸̴̵̵̶̶̸̶̴̸̵̶̶̟̱̗̤̠͇̟͇͉̏͑̈́͝͠ĉ̷̶̸̸̶̷̶̴̵̴̶̴̸̷̵̸̴̷̷̶̡̧͕̟̦̭̰̙͙̪̥̬̣̘̲ͅḩ̴̴̶̶̷̶̴̸̴̷̵̵̴̵̷̶̶̴̷̵̵̷̵̶̸̷̴̶̶̷̜͖̙͙͖̖̠̩͉͖̼͚̰̈́͛͂́̈́͛̃̀̆̉͊͗͝a̶̴̸̸̶̶̸̵̬̥̓͊̀ṇ̶̸̷̸̴̷̶̙͌̈́ģ̵̸̷̷̴̵̷̸̷̶̷̴̸̸̶̶̸̵̷̷̴̸̶̵̸̶̷̵̴̸̴̸̸̵̴̴͓̥̬͖̠̹̻̮͇̜̠̭̘̂͋̊̐̊̀̅̉̈́̇́́̉͑̇̏̃̆͘e̶̴̶̵̷̷̸̶̴̷̶̡͖̲͇̺̟̣͌ ̸̸̷̶̴̶̸̷̷̴̷̴̷̶̶̵̷̶̷̷̸̶̴̧̗̓̊̀͒͑͑̈́̈́̀̀͊̆̔̑͆͝͠͝t̴̸̷̷̴̵̵̷̴̶̶̷̷̷̶̸̵̴̵̸̵̴̨̢̢̝̱̫̝̝̙̙͕͉̳͕͚͕̺̥́h̵̸̶̸̸̵̸̵̵̶̶̷̸̸̶̴̴̴̶̴̶̷̷̸̸̨̛̫̦̍̓̽̈̿͂͗̀͌̔̈́̂͘̕̕͝͝͠e̴̶̴̵̷̴̸̶̵̸̶̖͇͓̓̈́̈́͑̐ ̷̶̷̴̶̵̸̴̶̵̵̴̷̶̷̸̷̵̶̵̶̴̸̸̸̵̶̵̡̢̛̙̪͈̬̎̃͒̐͛̄͛͛̂̓̄͘̚̚͜͝͠͝k̵̵̴̷̴̷̷̴̵̸̶̸̴̷̷̶̵̶̶̵̤̪̗̞͔̦̳͈̞̗̰̯͓̗̠̬͘ą̸̵̸̸̸̷̶̶̵̵̸̶̶̷̷̷̴̸̷̵̴̴̴̵̸̷̴̵͓̮̗̻̫̟͖̰̲̙͔̬̗͚̪̜̦͕̦͒̀͌̈́͊r̷̷̶̴̴̴̴̶̸̴̴̵̸̶̸̴̴̷̴̴̷̸̸͙̪̖̣͖̰͇̰̠̫͇͓͛̄͑̓̓̉̑͘m̵̷̷̶̵̶̴̶̸̷̵̴̸̷̷̷̸̴̸̴̸̷̸̶̡̛̬͔̲̪͙͈͔̜̫͖̟̟͍͎̫̓͑̎ͅą̸̶̷̶̸̵̵̷̴̵̵̷̸̷̴̸̷̴̷̶̴̸̸̷̴̵̴̶̧̙̮̖̯͎̥̠̯̻̲̻͕̝̳͉̅̾̊̾͛͒͂ͅ.̴̷̷̷̴̶̴̴̸̴̷̷̸̷̸̵̸̴̷̴̸̴̷̷̸̷̵̶̷̷̸̷̸̴̶̡͈̲̯̣̭͕̹̜̜͇͓̗͖̭͖̉͛̊̇́̀̾̔̓̋͛̕͘̕͝͝.̵̴̵̶̸̴̵̶̷̶̴̵̶̶̸̶̴̶̴̷̸̴̴̡̳̠̯͍͇̫̮̪̼̥̙̟̭̲̲̔̓̾͝.̴̵̶̴̷̴̴̴̴̴̴̷̷̴̵̵̷̴̵̷̴̴̴̸̸̸̧̡̱͓̬̥̻͎̟͙̳̼͗͐̐̇̉͑̀͌̎̋̚ ̸̸̷̶̵̷̵̸̶̴̵̴̵̸̶̶̸̷̡̟̤͋̇̊͑̋̈̈̂̌̊̀̀À̴̶̸̷̶̶̷̶̴̶̵̷̴̴̵̵̵̵̴̶̴̴̷̜̟̟̼͇̹̐̌̌̔͗̅̓̄͋͑̆̕͠n̵̷̵̵̵̸̷̵̸̶̷̶̵̸̶̶̶̶̸̸̶̴̶̸̵̴̷̨̛̛͓̘̱̦͙͈̝̆͂́̏̀̏̊͌̓̂́̑̄ͅṡ̵̴̴̵̵ͅw̸̵̴̵̸̵̵̶̷̵̵̶̴̴̵̶̷̶̸̷̴̸̧͓̜̖͓̹̔͐̒́͛̉͂̌͋̀̕͠͝ē̴̶̶̶̷̴̶̶̵̸̶̵̵̶̵̸̶̶̶̸̸̴̷̴̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̵̶̛͓̗̞͉̮̖̬̠̗̻̣͍̖̈́̃͂͂͋͒̈́̏̓̎͘͝͝ͅr̴̵̴̵̴̸̷̴̶̸̷̴̵̵̸̴̵̸̶̶̷̶̶̴̵̷̬̯̘̩̖̤̭̄̋͒̀̓̄̐́̽̾̀͑̚͝͠͝ ̸̴̵̵̶̷̸̸̶̶̷̨̣̱͆͋̃̑͜t̷̴̷̵̴̷̸̵̢̟̥͎̑ơ̵̶̸̸̴̵̵̸̸̸̸̴̵̴̵̢̦̯̯̲̼͙̣͍̭̿ ̷̵̷̴̷̴̸̵̵̵̸̷̴̶̸̵̸̴̴̵̸̸̷̢̧͖̬̞̠̜̣̺̣̻̑̀̐̋̉̆̀̿̚m̸̶̸̶̸̶̵̸̴̸̵̸̴̷̶̶̸̵̴̶̷̶̸̴̴̸̖̰̗̊͑̆̋̀̆͒̈́̍̅̈́̔̄̔̈́͆̃͘͘͝y̵̵̵̵̷̴̷̴̷̴̶̴̵̵̴̸̴̸̵̴̶̴̸̶̴̷̶̶̸̷̧̝͚̞̥͇̜̫͆́̽̀̉͗̓͆̈͗̽̉̉̀͘̚͘͘͝ ̶̵̴̵̶̷̸̷̴̸̸̷̷̴̠̳̦̭̔̓̒͐̎́͜s̷̴̵̸̴̷̵̷̷̶̴̵̶̷̵̸̷̸̴̸̸̵̴̸̵̷̶̢̧̨̛̲̭̻̠͉͎̰̲̩̪̘̟̹͉͍̭̊͗̅͜u̵̴̷̵̴̴̸̸̸̸̴̴̵̸̷̷̸̴̸̴̸̴̴̵̵̴̢͔͉̝̪̣̞͚͔͖̦̭̔̆͊͂̌̋̽͗̕̚͘m̸̶̸̵̶̴̷̷̵̴̵̴̵̸̶̷̶̴̶̵̸̴̴̴̶̸̴̴̸̴̷̸̢̫̰͇̞͙̪̳͚̍̈́̉̂̎̐͌̈́̏̃̐̒͛͑̊̈́͌͂̕͝m̴̵̶̶̸̶̵̷̸̷̶̷̶̵̶̵͍̠̮̲̰̓̀̂̋͐̀͝ͅo̶̶̶̶̴̵̶̸̷̴̴̸̸̶̶̶̶̵̷̵̸̷̴̷̬̥̭͇̟͍̠͕̻̪̩̒̾̀̀̓͆̄̀̚ͅņ̵̸̴̷̸̶̷̵̴̶̵̸̷̴̷̷̶̵̷̶̵̵̷͖͙̜̲̼̮̿́̾͋̄͛̾̀̀̍̏̚͠s̸̶̴̴̷̸̷̴̵̵̶̴̴̴̵̡̻̺͔̱̝͈̖̬̄̄͘,̷̵̵̴̷̸̷̸̷̶̸̵̵̶̶̵̸̷̵̸̶̶̵̶̵̴̴̷̴̦̪͙̥̖͔̲̮̼̞̙̓͆̓͑̈́̓͛̇̂́͒̇̏͜͠ ̴̵̷̸̵̴̴̵̵̶̴̵̸̴̸̴̵̶̵̶̴̵̶̶̴̴̴̵̶̡̧̡̨̠͍̮̙̤͉̙̼̥̤̬͍͖̀͑̌͂̌͗͑̀̕o̸̸̴̵̶̶̷̷̶̵̵̸̷̵̵̴̶̶̸͔̮͕̮̲̣͙̗͙͗͋̎͗̏͛͜ḩ̶̶̵̷̷̶̵̵̶̴̷̶̵̵̸̸̷̵̸̵̡̞͓̹͍͎̩̤̲̺̯̯͓͙̀̏ ̸̴̶̶̴̴̴̵̶̸̷̶̛̼͚͖̻͍̝͚̀p̵̷̴̷̵̵̵̶̶̴̶̸̷̶̵̴̴̷̶̵̵̷̨̛̯̲͖̦̮͍̄̈́͆̄̓̓̾͆̕͘͝e̷̷̷̵̵̷̸̶̵̸̶̷̴̷̸̸̷̷̶̡̥͚͔̻̥̗̘̜̖̜͛̎̔̾̍ó̴̸̶̷̸̵̷̵̴̶̶̴̷̶͔͛̾̃͗͑͑͋̚͠p̸̵̴̶̴̴̸̸̶̸̵̸̶̷̸̢͚̞̘͈͕͕̯̟̒͒ͅl̸̶̶̵̵̸̴̸̷̴̵̶̶̷̶̷̴̷̵̷̴̵̵̠͈̿͗͐͒̅̌̂͋̑̔̈́̌̀̊̊̐͐͠e̸̸̶̸̸̸̸̴̷̷̵̸̸̶̵̸̸̴̸̸̸̴̶̴̴̶̷̵̶̶̸̶̸̸̸̶̸̶̶̵̺̹̪̠̯͔̳̤͎̱͙̖͎̮̮͉͊̆̈́̾̽́̽̄̄͗͊̄̂͒̆̅͗͜͜͠ͅ ̵̸̸̸̴̶̸̸̴̴̵̶̵̵̸̸̷̸̷̶̷̴̵̷̷̵̵̵̧̭̥̰͉̪͇̗̭̖̬̓͆̍̎͛̉͑̔͗̃́̅̓̚f̶̵̸̴̴̸̴̸̷̵̸̶̷̵̵̴̵̶̷̷̴̵̸̸̴̢̧̨̨̬̝͚̼̙̝͙̻̹̲̗͉͚̯̈́̎͜ͅr̶̸̸̴̷̵̸̵̶̴̵̶̸̸̵̶̸̸̷̷̵̷̷̷̸̷̨̡̧̼͔̩̙̰͍̦̠̬̙̻̬͌̾̓̈̈́̄̌͝o̴̴̷̷̸̮̾m̷̴̵̸̴̸̷̵̵̵̷̸̴̸̵̶̸̷̶̸̵̵̸̴̴̸̸̴̶̵̸̸̶̶̴̴̸̵̵̶̴̷̨̨̧̠̜̳͔̺̮͎̣͎̺̙̲̺͔̲̪͈̿̋̈́̑̔̿̒̂͌̅̈́̉͆́̏̽̎̕͝ ̴̷̷̸̶̵̸̷̶̸̷̶̷̷͕͎̮͇̝͊̈́̎̇͝͝á̸̸̷̵̷̵̴̷̸̸̸̸̵̴̸̸̸̸̸̶̴̸̷̶̶̵̴̸̵̸̢͉̻̥̱̯̝͇̙̖̠̣͎̪̺͒̿̎́̓̈͆̓̈́̿̈n̴̶̸̴̴̶̸̷̴̸̷̷̶̶̵̶̛̻͎̏̎̆̈́́̓̒̆͘͝o̵̴̸̶̶̵̶̴̸̵̴̶̸̸̴̶̸̡̫̱͎̻͉̪̩̩̤͙̒̅̌t̶̸̸̵̵̷̸̵̷̵̸̷̶̸̶̴̸̸̷̶̵̴̶̸̴̴͍̳̰̬͈̉̏̒̈́͂͗̔̈́̽̅̋́͝͠͝͝͝ḩ̴̵̸̸̵̴̴̸̴̴̵̸̵̶̴̵̸̷̵̸̵̴̴̴̶̵̶̵̵̪̯̤̺̜͚̼̥͍͔̣̻̯̜̮̹̈̌͗͗͑̈̚͝ͅe̵̴̵̸̸̴̸̵̷̶̶̴̸̴̷̷̴̴̵̸̴̵̴̵̶͚̘͇͖͚͛̏̈́̊̀̓̃̎͊͑̓͐͐̈́̚͠͝r̸̶̴̵̸̶̴̵̸̫̊̏́͛̍ ̸̴̶̵̶̸̷̷̴̶̶̸̴̴̸̸̴̡̛̠͔̭̖̭͇͋̓̐̀̆̕p̵̷̸̴̷̸̷̷̵̴̸̵̴̵̸̵̶̸̴̶̶̶̷̶̷̸̸̴̷̵̵̸̸̴̴̴̶̷̴̟̫͔̺̘̣͈̥̠̝̙̺̰͚̙̱͖̗͙̆̎̋̐̽̎̃͌̓̽̒͒̍̎̿͘̚l̶̶̴̸̷̷̶̸̴̸̸̸̴̴̵̴̶̷̴̷̸̷̴̴̴̸̴̸̵̴̵̶̴̶̵̸͎͇̖̭̜͉͓͍͓̹͔̤͑̿͋̉̃̈́́̌̈͗̌̓͊͆̔̾̀̊́͜͝ą̸̵̵̷̴̸̸̷̸̵̸̶̴̴̶̷̵̵̷̸̸̶̶̸̷̸̷̶̴̸̶̴̷̶̴̢̛̛͉̯̳͔̻͚̩̣̮̍͂̄͂͛̈́̾̋͊̆̒̇̋̔͗̃͜͠ͅń̵̴̴̴̷̶̸̴̸̵̶̷̸̷̵̸̢̖̙͇͈͍͖͇̺͇̅́ȩ̶̷̵̸̵̷̵̷̷̸̳͗̋̈́̕͠!̸̶̸̷̷̴̶̷̸̴̸̴̴̷̶̶̷̵̸̡̹̲̘̞̹̙̤͚̝̥̯͗́̏͝"
Such was the first thing Ryan heard.
"Ah... What the h..." At this moment he felt a head-splitting pain." Argh!" Shouted Ryan, but the sound that he heard was instead as powerfull as a whole stadion of people shouting.
Due to your Blessing of God of Souls, and Blessing of God of Creation, you acquired an unique skill: Mind Separation. Your mind has been separated into 999 minor parts, and 1 major.
".̸̷̷̵̸̸̸̶͚͈̈̓͘.̴̷̸̸̶̷̷̴̷̶̴̷̷̷̵̧̧̧̛̈́͛͛̒̓͗̿̐.̴̸̵̶̷̵̴̶̸̶̸̴̴̸̷̴̷̷̷̴̗̦͚̫̮̣̰̫̣̜̦̞̽͗̅̇͝T̴̷̶̵̵̸̵̶̶̷̵̵͇̄͐͋̓͊̃̚͘ẖ̷̷̶̸̴̷̶̶̷̴̸̷̴̶̵̸̶̸̵̸̶̴̵̵̸̼̜̲̟̫̺̟̯̳̔̈͐͂͆̀͑́̓͆͆̚ả̸̵̸̸̴̶̷̷̸̶̵̴̸̵̶̶̵̸̡̜̻͖̲̯̻̐̿̉̐̉͜͠ń̵̸̶̵̵̶̷̸̵̸̸̶̸̴̵̮͙͗̾͛̏̈́̾́̕͝k̸̵̸̶̴̷̴̴̷̸̵̷̸̸̵̷̶̷̷̷̶̴̡̻͈̟̘̞͇̭̬̖̪̯̃̎́̏̈́̿̚f̴̶̵̵̵̸̵̸̵̶̴̵̴̸̱̱͔͍͌̌́̐͘̚ͅu̵̸̵̵̸̴̶̶̸̵̸̷̻̦̯̼̳͉̔̄̕l̵̸̵̶̴̴̴̴̴̴̴̷̴̷̸̶̶̸̴̵̴̸̵̨̢̨̝̼̼͓̠͆̀̄͑̽̒̌͒̎͠͝͠l̸̸̸̸̴̴̶̴̘̣̎̿͗y̸̶̶̵̷̴̴̴̷̵̴̷̵̵̴̵̵̵̴̸̵̱͎͕̙̞̣̏̋͌̔͛̄̆̏͊͘͝ͅ ̵̴̸̵̸̶̵̶̵̸̷̶̸̵̵̸̴̷̸̶̧̭̱͈̻̠̺͎̐̋͌̈̏̄̉͘͝i̶̸̷̵̵̶̵̸̷̵̸̶̵̴̴̸̲̥͈̫̫̽̃̒̌̒͐͘̕t̷̶̶̵̴̸̵̷̷̴̵̸̴͓͈̭͍̝̬̪̮̔ͅ ̶̸̴̷̴̴̵̷̸̵̷̸̵̷̨̗͈̪̂̃́͂̍͘͠s̸̴̸̵̵̸̸̴̷̵̶̵̷̷̶̸̸̵̸̴̶̴̶̶̛̲̫̖͙͖͇̪̻̳͍̫̻̓̈̋̈́͛̇͑͝ữ̵̴̶̸̷̷̷̸̷̸̶̵̸̴̷̶̵̴̴͔̦͚̩̱̗̇̓̾͊͂̌̆͝c̷̵̴̶̷̴̸̷̴̴̵̶̷̸̵͙̖̪͓͇̳̱̅̇̌̂͒ċ̶̵̵̸̵̴̶̸̶̷̷̴̵̷̵̷̶̸̷̵̴̻͉̰̗͙͖̬͓͔̈́̔̌͌̿͊̇͝ẽ̸̴̸̶̷̴̵̴̴̴̳̓̋͌̕͝e̴̵̵̵̶̵̷̶̶̴̷̶̸̶̹̱͚̮̠̊̇̊͌̔͜d̵̵̸̴̸̵̸̷̶̵̷̶̶̶̵̵̶̜̥̎͑̄̈́̍͛́̆̓̏͠͠.̸̸̸̵̸̸̸̸̵̷̸̴̷̵̵̶̸̧̱̘̐̒̈́̋̑̿͌̓͘͝.̴̵̵̷̴̷̶̴̷̶̵̶̷̵̶̷̪̫̹̲͕͚̰͍͍̂̏̈͠.̸̷̷̴̶̷̴͈͎̜̋ ̶̵̵̸̶̸̸̷̶̵̵̶̷̸̷̵̴̵̵̨̡͕̭̖̖̞̘̥͓̬͓̌͗͆̓N̵̸̸̴̴̶̵̸̶̵̷̷̷̸̸̸̷̵̷̛̯̝̞̉̐͒̇̎̀̆̐̚͜͜͝ô̸̷̷̵̸̴̸̶̴̸̷̸̸̸̵̵̴̴̵̴̶̴̵̵̸͔̣̫̼̣̲̲̣̠̬͌͆̍̊̋͛̎̐͜͝͠w̷̶̸̴̵̴̴̶̵̸̵̸̶̷̵̵̶̷̴̷̶̴̡̛̙̦͚̝̪̗̪̹̒̂̎͊̏̄̆͜͝ ̸̷̸̴̷̸̴̵̸̶̶̸̵̷̸̴̷̵̵̷̵̷̵̶̸̷̨̱̻̼͕̺̘͇͉̘̳̫̈́̈͒͗̒̀̌͒̀̚͝o̶̸̷̴̶̴̵̵̴̴̵̶̶̵̶̶̷̻̝̤͚̞͊̑̏̊͊̀̋̕͠ņ̴̸̸̸̸̴̸̴̶̵̵̶̶̶̵̴̵̶̷̴̷̧͔̦̻͚̺́̽̌̓́̌́̏͐͆͝l̸̶̶̵̵̴̸̶̴̷̸̵̵̵̶͛̅̓̈̊͐̈́͊̚͜͠ͅy̴̷̷̸̸̸̵̹̫͉̓ ̶̷̵̸̴̵̵̴̴̵̵̵̵͖̞̣̈̄̄͆͛̄͠t̶̴̴̸̸̶̶̵̷̴̶̵̴̷̶̸̶̗̮͙̝͑͐̉͐͋̓́̆͛͝ờ̶̷̶̴̸̴̸̶̵̷̵̸̵̵̸̶͖̟͑͊́̈́͌̐̄̓͝ ̵̷̴̷̴̶̶̵̷̴̷̝̹̥̥̺̺̫͆g̶̷̶̴̷̷̴̸̵͎̬̀͌͐̓i̴̶̴̵̶̸̷̷̷̶̴̸̶̴̶̶̶̶̡̧̢̩̭͔̓͒͑̐͆̉́̀͝v̴̸̴̷̶̴̷̸̸̵̷̴̸̸̸̴̵̼͚̮̮͑͗̋͂̇̓̄̽̾̓ȅ̶̴̵̶̶̸̶̷̵̴̵̵̸̷̸̷̶̴̸̷̵̵̴̬͇̟̺̻̫̖̇́̿͆̀̍̐̃̏͜͜ͅ ̸̶̴̴̴̵̷̴̶̵̸̸̸̶̸̶̴̷̵̸̴̸͙̣̘͇̰̭̳̆̄̊̀̍̈̑̔̈́̑̕͜ĥ̶̵̸̴̷̵̴̷̸̸̛̗̀̄̑̇ỉ̵̵̷̴̵̷̴̷̷̴̷̷̷̷̷̴̶̷̢̤̙̩̱͊̓̓͂͂̋̇̚͜ḿ̸̴̵̷̷̷̸̷̸̵̴̷̶̸̸̶̸̶̵̴̵̶̷̴̷̨̛͕̝͈̪̯̩͓̯͍͍̈́̿̀̓̀͐̊͆͘ ̵̸̵̴̶̷̵̴̸̵̴̶̴̸̵̷̶̸̨̖͈͙̻̽̃̀̋͛̂̃̈́͜ͅt̸̵̴̸̷̸̸̶̶̷̴̵̷̷̴̶̷̵͖̻̭͊̐̿͆̓͛͐̓̀̉̃̓ȟ̴̷̷̸̸̷̶̴̶̸̷̴̶̷̷̷̸̶̵̷̴̷̨̘̞̬͙̤̪̼̣͂̈́̿̐̈́͋̿̌͝e̸̸̸̸̶̴̳̦͌ ̴̷̴̶̸̸̵̷̸̷̸̷̴̞̾̓̔̿̂̌̈̕͠ẗ̶̷̵̷̵̴̴̴̶̵̸̸̷̶̵̶̷̨̫̐̏͛̒̏̅͒̒̒̈̓r̸̷̸̸̴̷̴̷̸̶̶̷̸̴̸̴̸̶̴̵̡̠̘͈̘͔̯̩̠̠͇̫̀͗̽̿̎ą̵̷̴̶̵̶̵̸̸̴̸͙̜̩̥͈̈́̉ṋ̸̶̵̴̸̷̷̵̶̴̸̶̴̨̡̘̐̿́͌͜͜s̶̶̵̷̷̵͈͕͝l̶̷̶̶̵̷̴̷̵̷̴̵̵̸̷̸̴̴̵̴̶̷̷̷̴̷̴̹̣͕͖͉̗̺͕͉̯̹͍̉̊̍̓͗̈́́̅̈̈́̿͝ȧ̷̸̶̵̷̴̵̴̵̶̷̴̷̸̙̳͚̌̔͆̿̀̂̃ṭ̸̴̵̴̷̵̸̴̴̷̶̴̶̸̡̭̣́̆̎̊̄́͜ĭ̸̷̵̶̴̸̵̴̶̸̴̵̶̶̷̡̮̻̹̺͚̻͖̊̀͜o̸̷̴̶̴̸̴̷̷̴̸̶̶̴̴̶̴̵̜͖͚̺͖̬͔̻̜͌̉͑͘͜ͅn̷̸̸̷̸̴̶̴̴̵̴̷̶̴̷̵̵̴̴̶̴̡̟̺̘̞̳͕̣͉̘̎̀̒̄̄̇̚ͅ ̸̷̴̵̷̸̵̷̵̵̸̶̵̷̶̢̻̠͍̻̘͖̻͓̭͕̊s̴̶̶̷̵̸̶̵̶̴̵̷̨͍̞̳̭̤̺̈͝p̸̴̸̸̴̵̶̶̸̸̸̷̸̸̵̴̵̶̵̶̛͇̮̬̘̖͑͌̑̓͒̓̾̆͐͘͝e̷̵̸̶̵̸̵̶̸̷̷̶̷̴̸̸̸̷̸̶̵̵̸̡̜̰̞̙͙̱̖̺̹͍͐̿̃̎̄̔̿͘̕l̸̴̵̷̷̸̸̶̴̷͎̱̙̞͎̬̂ļ̴̷̴̵̷̸̶̸̸̴̷̷̷̷̶̸̶̴̵̸̛̭̰̱͈̈́͗̆́̈́́̂̌̕̕ͅ.̶̷̷̶̸̴̶̴̴̶̫͔͖͖̥̥͝.̷̸̶̸̷̶̶̸̴̴̶̸̸̸̵̸̷̴̶̡͚͍̦͒́́̾͊̈̔́̎̌̈́̀.̴̴̷̴̸̴̷̴̴̷̷̸̶̴̴̸̴̴͙̺͕̳̗͚͉̞̈́̒͛̍̽̈́͘" The incomprehensible language floated out of
the dark figure."O̵̵̶̴̵̶̶̷̵̶̶̶̷̴̡̢̤̠̤̩͉͑̌͝͝h̵̴̵̵̷̷̷̸̷̸̷̨̆̈̇̃̈́̓͒,̸̵̷̸̴̸̴̱̺̈́̇ ̵̶̴̶̷̴̵̴̷̷̴̵̶̛̝̟̬̗͛͆͌̇̂Ĝ̷̴̴̵̵̴̷̷̸̵̵̴̴̪͙̮̳͔̻̈́̑̕o̶̴̵̵̷̸̸̵̵̷̸̡̨̩̤̯͊̔̒d̴̴̸̸̶̸̷̯̯͙͆s̷̶̷̴̶̴̴̵̘̈́̔͠,̵̶̴̴̵̸̷̵̶̵̷̨̝̬̤̓͌̐̇ ̸̵̷̵̶̶̴̴̵̵̸͓̂̆̂̎̉̆̂a̶̵̷̷̶̷̷̶̸̶̷̛͎̦̣̻̺̭ͅḽ̶̴̸̴̶̶̸̷̸̷̴̦̺̘̓̌̌̾ḷ̵̵̵̴̵̶̵̴̶̲͚͆͋̉ỏ̵̸̴̷̶̵̸̴̸̵̢͉͉̰̐͒w̴̵̵̵̵̧̐ ̸̶̵̷̵̵̩̬̈́t̴̷̸̴̴̵̴̵̷̷̵̵̸̷̸̵̜͔̥͚̞͐̀͗̆̔̓͊͜h̷̷̷̸̴̷̶̷̴̶̸̴̷̡̝͎͓̹̙̆͐̓̏ị̵̷̷̷̶̷̸̷̵̷͓̠̹̹͛̕s̶̴̵̴̷̴̴̷̷̷̷̸̴̪̮̬̟͇̦̎͊̎̉ ̷̸̵̴̶̶̷̵̶̸̧͓̱̔̌̑̕b̶̴̷̶̶̵̷̸̸̸̷̶̸̙̭̮̰̜̈́̋̃͗͝ȇ̴̸̵̴̵̸̵̶̷̵̶̸̴̸̶̡̮̰̮̼̗̓͂̃̇̾ī̴̸̸̴̵̵̵̴̶̶̳̪̀̎̚͝n̶̴̸̷̶̷̵̵̴̶̸̵̴̷̙̘̖̹͇̋̀̆̈̎̏g̴̵̵̵̸̸̸̵̴̸̻̟͍̒̇̀̉ ẗ̴͓͓̬́̃o̷̧̫͙̙̊̈́́̊͐ ̵̣̼̎̈̑͑̇u̴̥͓̻͉͗͛̀̓n̴̢͚̹̲̥̓͊̏͋͠d̶̛̛̺̓̚ȇ̸̪̗̜̝̚͘ͅṙ̷̛̼̌̈͝s̴͇̹͎̭̑̌̃͋͝ț̵̻͓̤̜̃͋̈̿ą̸͇̃͗̏̚ͅn̵̡̯̰͈͓̎̋͆̚ ̶̳̯̺̿́̾͂t̶̢̝͎̥̗͌ȟ̴̫̼̬͕̳͗̅͊͝e̵̢͓̞̥̹̾̋ ̶͚̜̹͙̽͂́̃̆͜languages of this world!"
"Well time to go, they're already waking up..." Having said that, the mysterious person, disappeared in a flash of black-white light. Our hero's main body sat up, still wobbling and looked around.
"Oh, damn it! Where the hell am I!" Shouted frustrated Ryan."Well, let's start with the more important part, according to my newly gained knowledge, my name - Ryan is in actality, my souls name, which is better of hidden." He spoke to himself, while contemplating the knowledge, that he gained in split second of being transported here. "...and the easiest solution, would be changing my name... Also, regarding names, it would be troublesome to have every body, habe the same..." So does he thought out aloud. "Oh, well. I'll think about it later."
After an hour or so, every body had already became conscious.
"""So, lets get out of here...""" And so he, or rather they departed south.
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Two hours of walking south, and two west from the summoning site, Army Commander's Tent
???: "General, are the soldiers ready?" Asked woman dressed in pricey-looking clothes.
General: "No, my liedge. During the preparations, our mages, detected intense magic fluctations about, 13 km North-East from here."
Woman: "Ignore, and prepare for the fight."
General:"Yes! Soldiers get ready!" Shouted the man called General outside a tent.
"YES SIR!"
9km to South, then 0,5km to East - Walls of Denirth
"Madam, thers's been a fluctations of powerful magic North form here. About 2,5km."A woman in a maid uniform spoke to the young girl standing on a walls.
"I see, is tere any possibility of it being related to Litra Kingdom's army? And are the news about enemy commanders identity true?"
"No, and yes M'lady. It's been confirmed that the commander of enemy forces is the daughter of Military Advisor, which explains the amount of soldiers they gathered for a separate force."
"Any news about our allies?"
"All of the ones from the northern fron are being kept busy by enemy."
"Thank you, Nisa." Sighted the woman. " Is it really the gods will to end our city?"
"Who knows, we can only pray and fight till the last drop of blood, Madam"
"Then let's pray, for us to survive, and for enemies to perish..."
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Interria. Cruel and Injust. Forget the promise of an exciting adventure because abominations from your worst nightmares will rise and fill their path to damnation with bloodshed and carnage. Forget your moral compass because thinking of it will only make things harder and harder for you to survive in this grey world. Forget the promise of a wonderland because the lands now are just an empty shell of what they once vowed to be. Forget all your dreams because there is no hope for anyone in this mad world... Or is there? *Note: I am a new writer. So I am open to all criticism. But pls don't be too hard.
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Astraeus Domitor, a young boy who ran away from home has to survive in the harsh wilderness, lovingly called 'reality' by his father. However, what if anywhere he went, he was the cause of death and destruction? Would he go insane from the consequences of his actions and the subsequent guilt? Surely, a child cannot endure the hardships of murdering and destroying the things other people love. Even though his heart is pure, his fate seems to be doomed, linked to the devil's deeds, cursed to be evil for eternity. But as life teaches us, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. When will he finally find it? Or does it exist in the first place? [Part of my own Aureum Mundum Universe]
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We have seen over protective brothers, there are maybe 6 , 7 or 8 brothers but what if a girl has 18 brothers, with her over protective parents and cousins.12 year old, Mona always thought that why she has no family and why she is without a surname?She spend her life selling hot dogs and sausages. She was alone and thought was an orphan.When she gets to know that she has a family, but not a small or medium size, but a very large family. She is send to live with her family that has 18 brothers excluding the cousins. She has to live with over protective family that is very possessive about her. A joint-family never seen before, full of happiness and humour.COVER CREDIT- @crazyyfictions
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ငါ့ယောက်ျားက မြွေဖြူရှင်!! (Myanmar Translation)
အောက်တိုဘာလအတွက် ပြင်းထန်တဲ့ဖျားနာမှုက ငါ့ကို ကိုယ်ဝန်ရသွားစေတယ်။ အဲဒါကို အိပ်မက်ဆိုးတစ်ခုလို့ပဲထင်ခဲ့တာ။ငါလုံးဝမထင်ထားခဲ့ဘူး။ ကလေးရဲ့အဖေက မြွေတစ်ကောင်ဖြစ်နေတယ်တဲ့လား?!Myanmar name - ငါ့ေယာက်္ားကေႁမြျဖဴ႐ွင္!!ေအာက္တိုဘာလအတြက္ ျပင္းထန္တဲ့ဖ်ားနာမႈက ငါ့ကို ကိုယ္ဝန္ရသြားေစတယ္။ အဲဒါကို အိပ္မက္ဆိုးတစ္ခုလို႔ပဲထင္ခဲ့တာ။ငါလုံးဝမထင္ထားခဲ့ဘူး။ ကေလးရဲ႕အေဖက ေႁမြတစ္ေကာင္ျဖစ္ေနတယ္တဲ့လား?!Authors - 禾旁×妄北Alternative name- 十月蛇胎, Shi Yue She Tai , October Snake FetusMyanmar name - ငါ့ယောက်ျားကမြွေဖြူရှင်!!- All credit to original Author, Artists and English translators.
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