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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

While the night passed peacefully for the members of MyrkLys, in other parts of Valor City, the same could not be said.

In a high-class penthouse hotel suite, the loud sounds of furniture and glass breaking rang out like a chorus of chaos.

"That *BAM* fucking *CRASH* BASTARD CHILD *BOOOM*," Lithlen angrily swore as he flung expensive pieces of furniture around the room, shattering them into millions of pieces due to his insane physical strength.

"How dare he fucking make those accusations against me, altering the public perception I have spent well over a hundred years building up meticulously."

Throwing the final object, an expensive end table, against the reinforced tempered windows, Lithlen put too much strength into his fury-filled tantrum and, as a result, blew out the 12-meter-tall window, allowing a strong gust of wind to surge into the 100th-story room.

The Not-So-Peaceful Night (1)