Soul Fusion Online - Chapter 9: First Steps

A group of dragons are watching “Game of Thrones” day and night

When my whole class got summoned to another world, I was the only one to encounter a divine being on my way over.And when everyone started getting Systems that were to define their fates?I've got an FFF-Rank Failure System.And to make matters even worse, it bugged out as it attempted to launch, teleporting me to the centermost point of the world, right where the strongests of the monsters resided.Right into the lap of a Tyrant's Puma!But what's with that sparkling glinter in the distance, that comes bearing down the weight of our shared destiny?And who's looking down on a chessboard, smiling as the pieces are starting to move.The divine intervenes. The ancient prophercies finds fulfillment.The purpose long gone awakens as the universe's destiny weaves itself into the fate of the two entangled souls.

Arthur was a weak and cowardly boy who lacked the power to protect anyone—a truth brutally demonstrated when his parents were massacred while defending him during a Gate outbreak. As the sole survivor, Arthur spent weeks believing his life was over. When intense chest pains began, he assumed he'd been infected with corruption by the void creature that killed his parents and was merely waiting for death.What Arthur didn't expect was that these sensations actually signaled his Realm Core forming. In two months' time, he would be forcefully transported to the next realm and awaken new powers, becoming one of the world-renowned “Chosen” who protect humanity from Gate outbreaks. Now Arthur must rise through the heights of power, climbing each of the seven realms in hopes of saving his world... or does he?

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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