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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 Three Years after the Collapse of the DPZ-

Wearing his impressive golden Blazer, indicating he was presently a Year Four Student, Cynrik burst into the Headmaster's office, startling the in-progress meeting and earning him the ire of the Dean of Year Four.

"YOU! HOW DARE YOU UGHHH AHHHHH!" Jumping to his feet, the burly Dean of Year four, Henry Ettom, roared, ready to attack, but before he could even scold Cynrik, the pissed-off young man unleashed an astounding amount of Killing Intent on the Dean, which forced him belly-first to the ground, shattering his entire ribcage, and multiple other bones.

"Silence worm, if I gave a single fuck about your shitty opinions, I would ask for them." Walking past Dean Ettom, Cynrik didn't forget to unleash a savage kick to the man's already damaged torso, hurling him out of the room, unconscious and in bad shape, before slamming the door shut with an inky black tendril.

Year Three Post Collapse Of The DPZ (1)