Avan

In January 2020, the world came to an end. 

When the plague started it, 80% of the population was wiped out. 

Despair. Tears– and blood dyed the earth. 

When the survivors thought there was no more hope....

They came. 1008 pillars dropped from the sky, scattered all around the world in more than 100 countries. 

The pillars became defensive bases for all of the survivors. But in the end...after 10 years of struggle... 

The human race still lost. 

This is a story of Alex, given a second chance to start anew, one month before it all started. 

Witness Alex's journey in saving the world, the human race, and his family. 

Uncover the secret of the pillars that give power to human mutation

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What will readers be expecting from this novel:
*Realistic world background. 
(Battle in famous cities; Bali, Singapore, Sydney, Rome, Las Vegas) 
*Real historical quotes
*Sci-fi as close to real-world science
*Slice of Life

WARNING :
The first volume is the world building and preparation, so its a slow start. When the Pillar arrive, the novel will have more cultivation and system content.
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Doomsday Pillars

After two hours had passed and the fighters had enough rest, Alex decided to continue their advance through the main chamber again, towards the last gate of the Abyss.

Previously, when the fighters took their time resting, Alex had dispatched a group of scouts with the same people to go ahead and scout the path they needed to take to reach the Abyss' last gate. After he received the reports from the scouts and read it thoroughly, Alex was certain of the path they needed to take to reach the last and final gate.

Thanks to their ample rest earlier, which allowed the fighters to recover their lost energy and address their wounds, the group could confidently fight to the best of their abilities, as they slaughtered through the hordes of gargoyles like a gardener mowing wild grass.

Abbys Pit