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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

-Roughly Two Years after the Collapse of the DPZ-

"GAO," at that moment, a sleepy cat lumbered into the room, causing Brance's frown and embarrassment to shift rapidly.

"Morning, Milo," Gabby cheerfully greeted her now housecat-sized pet as he flashed across the room and stretched out between his parents, demanding good morning scratches.

At that moment, the sound of multiple camera flashes came from the Holo-Tv, as an impressive-looking man in a sharp blue suit stepped up to the podium before staring directly into the camera and inadvertently at the Members of MyrkLys watching from their dorm living room.

The man, who everyone knows to be President Lallinstien, cut an image of strength, wisdom, and authority. Under that tailored suit, nobody could doubt that he was chiseled muscle with that almost seven-foot height frame.

Year Two Post Collapse Of The DPZ (2)