Rise of Humanity - Chapter 1100: Three Strikes

Front page is “XOULSEY LAREN LINDBURY - THE MONOCHROMATIC BEAUTY”.Next in line are, CITRONELLA, THE RECEPCIONIST, THE NOT SO OLD HAG and QUEEN MIREYA, (THE BLONDE YOUNG MAN and THE ALBINE are ready along with, VERIZON, (Comment if you want to see any specific CHARACTER or CONTRACTED PARTNER in the corresponding section, and cheer for your favorite!).(I am working on the Æzh'Xinder and the other Creatures)After having his Military Service extended from four to more than twenty two years due to an administrative error, “Drïekvïer”, Better known as “Trektör” or “The Worst Nightmare Of The Farioth”, is abruptly forced to stop his deployment, all because the change of a law in the Nation he choose to live in, “The Kcrwlmndth Federation”.Said law forbid anyone under 78 years of age to be in active militar duty; Him being almost 45 years old and considered a Veteran doesn't help him in the slightest to make an exception.With this unexpected development, he decide to try something new and impulsive by taking the “Talent” test of the neighboring country in order to obtain a “Profession”and qualify for one of the most prestigious Academies in the gigantic planet of “Clarattoia”.To achieve this, is mandatory to have a score of “7”, of a maximum of 22.5, after all, with out a Profession is impossible to access “Protocol” and nurture the hidden beast inside all of us; However, life always send us challenges when we are less prepared for them.

Raon’s entire life had been lived as a dog on a leash.

Through a twist of fate, he obtained a new life.

Wrath remained in the wreckage of his destroyed leash.

Finally capable of standing on his own feet, he decided to live life by his own will.

He would slay anyone standing in his way…

Even if they were a god.

“You want to steal my genes then leave?” He grabbed her and tried to force her to hand over the child that was born three years ago.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.