Summoners War: Only I Summoned Divine Beasts - Chapter 1375: Two Favors

[Contains explicit content, violence, and mature themes]Infinite Breaker Online descended on Earth, forcing humanity to play 12 hours daily and initiating events. Axir Grimspire rises to become one of the top players of Earth, one of the ten sovereigns, after five years of brutal warfare. He has everything—power, a guild, a girlfriend he adores, and trusted friends.Or so he thought.Betrayed by those closest to him, Axir learns the horrifying truth: his girlfriend and friends used him as a tool, his sister was murdered by the men he called brothers, and now they're casting him into Godfall Abyss—a forbidden zone where the player's death is permanent if they die there. No respawn.But as Axir dies, he triggers an Ultra Unique Event in the forbidden zone: the Abyss of Desire, which grants him one wish. He chooses to return to one week before the game's beta launch with memories intact.But his wish has consequences. Triggering the Abyss of Desire would connect the Abyss Realm to all planets connected to the game's server, a higher dimension world called World of Belkris, and gods from various mythologies would manifest, offering humanity divine boons upon fulfilling requirements. On top of that, World of Belkris is 50% different in everything, from the geography of the Belkris to the fickle luck that changes constantly to develop things differently from what Axir once knew.Armed with five years of knowledge and burning for vengeance, Axir begins his second run in a drastically altered game—determined to make his tools of his betrayers rather than being used by them and reach the top.--Discord: BjeQvXzZBB

“Verily, after sorrow shall come great joy.And after this pitiless winter shall come a gentle spring.Be patient my child, you only need wait to receive its soft rains.”There wasn't much good that could be said about Leon or his life in general.He'd been raised by his single mother in the bad parts of town, Neither he nor his sister knew their fathers, He'd dropped out of school early on to make ends meet, something he'd barely done even with him and his mom working their asses off.To top it all off, the useless son of a gun that was apparently his father had genes that were susceptible to cancer. So at the ripe age of 18, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.Such suffering would've almost been comical, if it wasn't his life.Having lost his physical ability, he finds work writing novels online to help with the bills.And then the world took his family from him.Left in a hospital with terminal cancer, american healthcare and his novel as his only companions, Leon decides to end it all.Only to wake up as Victor, an extra in the brutal world of his novel. His troubles were only just starting.Soft rains be damned.

I...AM...MOB CHARACTER!!!Sigh~My name is Samael, I was an office sla- I mean a worker who worked 9 to 5. It was a daily routine of monotony until one fateful day when I went home only to find my best friend with my girlfriend. Betrayal was the first thing I felt, followed by rage.And after taking ‘care’ of them, My surroundings changed…Looking at my reflection in a mirror, I noticed my appearance had changed. Gone was the face of the disgruntled office worker; instead, “SAMAEL ASHWOOD!!!” a character from a novel I used to read. But this wasn't just any character; I had become him—the sacrificial best friend of the protagonist who was betrayed and died in just the first two chapters.PROTAGONIST DIED!?[Heavenly Destiny System Initializing...][...]

Life isn’t dramatic.

Takasugi Shinsaku once mentioned, “The mind to bring interest to an otherwise uninteresting world”, but if you’ll let me have my say, “An otherwise uninteresting world is also interesting”.

The world is just right with this level of boredom.

That is the conclusion to the results of my, Kagoshima Akira’s seventeen years of lived experience.

It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.

I mean.

Witches from other worlds,

and cyber soldiers paying a visit from the future,

and psychics fighting under the instruction of research institutions

don’t exist, after all.