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

Jeremy's body was impaled by the spear and firmly pinned to the ground.

The Hobgoblins' top brass all reveled at the sight of the young human's gaping eyes and shocked demeanor. It was a cause for celebration, was it not?

The rat that had been scampering about was finally dead, struck by the spear it never saw coming. Jeremy was the rat, and by the means of throwing an unavoidable projectile at him, he had inevitably met his doom.

However… this illusion of victory soon vanished as the Hobgoblin Boss first noticed the strangeness of the situation before them.

Looking closely at what should have been the young Gifted's corpse, there was something different about it, something unreal…

"Guriuk… Guriuk Garu?!" A growl proceeded from the mouth of the Hobgoblin Boss as soon as it noticed, drawing the attention of the already-celebrating Chiefs.

Playing Dirty (Pt 2)