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I was just your average unemployed young man in the harsh, unfair world we live in, also known as ‘society’. I never thought of myself as special. After all, I wasn’t special. I had two eyes, a nose and a mouth like an average human, I slaved for money like a brainless zombie like an average human, and I don’t understand the first thing about women like an average human. The last one’s especially important, since something that doesn’t happen to an average human happened to me. ((Congratulations! You have been invited to the [Girls’ Dimensional Group]! Accept?)) Can I refuse? ((No.)) Then why even ask? ((Idk, ask the Author.)) ???

Ra’al, or Al for short, is your typical young man in his late twenties, coder by career and hacker by hobby. His favourite activities include drinking a hot cup of coffee in the morning, smoking a stick when at work, ending the day with a good glass of wine, and visiting a *cough* gentleman’s club *cough* once or twice a month. Oh, and helping those in the richer section of society give some of their wealth for charity not so willingly. But his less than legal hobbies caught up to him one day, and when one moment, he found himself facing the barrel of a shotgun held by someone rich guy whom he ‘helped’ share his wealth to the poor and needy, the next… “Grandpa?” “Orphan?” “System?” “Wait, I’m a baby?”

One moment, 27 year old ‘retired’ mercenary Max Riggs had his heart beating faster than even being held at gunpoint with certain death before him ever had, his excitement literally shooting through the roof at finally being able to reunite with his only living family, his three sisters, whom he had left to pursue his dangerous career. The next, every human on Earth, from just born babes to old men and women on life support, were whisked away to an alien universe, separated throughout uncountable dimensions each holding a single human, vast untapped resources, and innumerable ‘monsters’ of all shapes and sizes. All they had, was a marble of light in their hands, a voice in their heads, and their own ‘Talents’ which they awoke. And they had to play a very deadly, yet rewarding ‘Game’. A ‘Game’ between Gods and Men. ((Congratulations to Amy Riggs for being the first person to kill a Tier 1 Monster. Special rewards have been issued. The ‘Chat’ Function for all participants has been unlocked.)) “Amy?”, Max muttered as he recalled the 16 year old from 8 years ago, fresh to high school, naively pure and innocent, smiling at him brightly as she held two cones of ice cream in each of her two hands… ((Congratulations to Emilia Riggs for being the first person to gain a F Grade Item. Special rewards have been issued. The ‘Trade’ Function for all participants has been unlocked.)) “Emi?”, Max thought back to Amy’s twin sister in all but personality, the rebellious blonde who carried a bunch of knives and rods to school and whom he had bailed for sending countless boys and men to the ER with crushed balls and cut off dicks more times than he would care to count… ((Congratulations to Adeline Riggs for being the first person to find a design drawing. Special rewards have been issued. The ‘Build’ Function for all participants has been unlocked.)) “Ade?”, Max recalled the adorable eight year old who he used to walk to and from school, who forced him to play house with her for hours on end, who simply wouldn’t sleep without him telling her a bedtime story, the same eight year old who cried so bitterly that it broke his heart when he left… “Hiss! What happened in the last eight years that made my likely sisters so fierce?” Then, the cold, emotionless voice of the ‘System’ governing the ‘Game’ rang in his head. ((Congratulations, you have awoken the Talent [Absolute Mastery(G)]. Please check your ‘Status’ for more details.))

A/N : You guys know all the copyright crap? Imagine it’s all here… . . . . . . Echo had always been mature for his age, apathetic and indifferent to almost everything in general, even his own life. There were few things that could hold the interest of the nineteen year old high school drop out, his family being one of them. But even towards them, he found himself barely capable of expressing his emotions. To the outside, he is a cold, aloof, perhaps even arrogant, and unfriendly introvert whose dead-black eyes makes one refrain from even wanting to talk to him. Echo had a secret, however. One that he had never told anyone, not even the woman he calls ‘Mom’ in his monotonous, almost emotionless voice or the rest of his ‘family’ despite holding great affection for them. He is, in fact, a reincarnator. ((You slept in bed. HP restored. MP restored. All abnormal statuses cleansed.)) And one fine morning, when he opened his eyes from a good night’s sleep, his ‘cheat’ arrived.

A/N : You guys know all the copyright crap? Imagine it’s all here… . . . . . . In the midst of a heavy rain, two beings lock eyes. A human girl, with light blue hair and eyes that looked like glittering sapphires. A strange pink creature, with the body of a cat, the fur and tail of a wolf, and the eyes of a snake. “So…you got abandoned too huh?” “Nya…” The human girl blinked her large eyes. “Did you just…say yes?” “Nya.” Seeing the pink creature nod, the girl chuckled. “I was abandoned too, but now I live with my mom and big sister.” She seemed to be reminiscing of something pleasant, evident by the small smile on her face, before she turned back to the pink creature. “Do you want to come with me?” “Nya?” The pink creature’s eyes widened slightly. It raised its paws, pointing at itself, as if in disbelief. “Yeah, you. I’m sure mom and big sis would like you too. Besides…” The girls stretched her hands, making the pink creature back away suddenly. The two paused, the pink creatures looking at the human girl before it warily. But the girl just smiled. A pure, beautiful smile. “Mom likes kitties, and big sis has always wanted a wolf pup for a pet. And pink is my favourite colour. I even wanted to dye my hair pink but mom never allowed it.” She slowly approached closer, the pink creature letting it although still wary, and she picked him up gently. “You look like a mix of both a kitty, and a wolf pup. And you’re pink.” She gently embraced it. “Don’t you think you’re just perfect for us, Nyanta?”

They called him Mactator, meaning ‘Slaughterer’… Born from his mother’s cold corpse, in a sea of bloody corpses and gunfire… He was raised by mercenaries, moulded into a perfect killing machine… He was trained to hunt, to kill, and sometimes, to annihilate… His body was filled with scars, the only proof of tales he is the sole living witness to… His mind wasn’t broken, for he never knew what it meant to be ‘right’, to be ‘normal’… He was a perfect ‘Lethal Weapon’…until his blade dulled… Then he, like any other rusty blade or cranky gun, was disposed of… And his tale came to end… Or it should have…

A/N : You guys know all the copyright crap? Imagine it’s all here… . . . . . . . . . . . . Hmm…this the synopsis of my story isn’t it? What to say… I don’t really like talking about my past, so let’s leave it at that. Besides, everyone likes a guy with a mysterious past, no? Since I have to say something about myself, though, my name is Grace, a slightly feminine name, I know, but I like it. I’m the kind of guy that goes with the flow as long as it doesn’t bite me in the you-know-what, I don’t have a lot of likes…or dislikes…most of my hobbies would make people puke their guts out… I’m really not the kind of guy you’d want to talk about at the dinner table you know? But hey, this is my story. A story about how when I finally decided to leave my past behind, I got a shot at a second chance at life from a rather unexpected *ahem* ROB *ahem* Loli Goddess *ahem* source. And I took it. I mean, reincarnating in worlds of fiction with cute girls and hot MILFs and being able to wreck anyone in my way with OP cheat-like powers? What kind of idiot would I be not to?