ScotchTy

After Suddenly Dying due to a Nuclear Strike in World World Three, our Main Characters, two brothers, find themselves standing before the two Deities whose Religious Artifacts they wore upon death. 

The Two Deities give them a choice, enter the Cycle of reincarnation as usual, without their memories, or Reincarnate into a world of their choosing while keeping their Memories. 

However, Option 2 carries a high cost; if they die…that’s the end of the line; they are wiped from existence. 

This is a gripping tale of Battles, Bloodshed, and Mental trauma from their past lives told in a different style than typically seen in a Webnovel or Light Novel.

A tale where two brothers are set up against impossible odds in a world where they truly only have each other to rely on. 

But… are their lives truly their own or have they become playthings and chess pieces in a grander, Divine plan. 


((THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN A VERY SPECIFIC WESTERN FORMAT, WHERE CERTAIN CHARACTERS WILL BE HIGHLIGHTED IN CERTAIN WAYS MORE THAN OTHERS! AT ITS CORE, THIS STORY DOES HAVE 2 MAIN CHARACTERS, EVEN IF EARLY ON, IT DOES NOT SEEM THAT WAY!))

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The Over-Break System

"Teehe HAHA, Well well well, look at this. The youngblood has decided to fight back." Tyler Primal said using the voice I had been hearing this whole time in my head.

An uncontrollable shiver ran through my whole body at the sound of his voice.

-For the duration of this turning point quest, the Host will have unlimited Mana.-

That was the trigger—the release of my unbridled rage. Clenching my fist tight enough to pop all my fingers loudly, I sprung into action. I wasn't going to give this bastard the chance to make the first move.

Snapping my middle finger and thumbs, I conjured hundreds of basketball-sized Blackfire balls and launched them in rapid succession at Tyler Primal.

Each snap brought forth more flames, time seemed to freeze, and my surroundings became an abyss of black flames.

Turning Point