Magecrafter

On Christmas day, seemingly overnight, God summoned everyone on Earth, giving every single person a 'Gift' along with a System.

These Gifts, synonimous with special abilities granted people powers beyond comprehension.
However, with these abilities came tragedy that enveloped the world. The Apocalypse!

Jeremy Lewis, a reclusive loner, is mysteriously exempt from this phenomenon and finds himself being the only one without a Gift.
God decides to grant him the last Gift available, [Subspace], and forcefully returns him to a world that has become hell.
Horrifying monsters now lurk around every corner, and inevitable death awaits.

Arming himself with his wits and the Gift he possesses, how will Jeremy survive this cruel new world that he finds himself in?


"Everything will go according to plan, and ultimately the path I have started will lead to my victory... these tools will be useful in achieving that!"

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Rise Of The Hoarder

My legs crushed the battered ground beneath me as I once again sprang into action and charged at the impossibly colossal excuse for a Hobgoblin.

The monster, expecting I would have lost some of my nerves, appeared surprised by my sudden action and gave a slightly accorded expression to the emotion. It didn't plan on staying still, though.

Roaring in what seemed to be a champion's cry, it stretched its unoccupied hand and aimed to crush me with sheer might.

Quickly summoning platforms for me to climb on, I made way higher and reached the Hobgoblin's face. Once again, I brandished my hand and made a tightly clenched fist.

The impact pushed me back, but, just like before, I had no problem twisting in the air and landing.

The Weak Versus The Strong