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

Kevin's body felt heavy, like lead.

No more Skills were available to him since all his servants were dead, and he knew none of his personal Skills would work.

Despair enveloped the man, and he soon reverted to the way he was before the Apocalypse warped his nature. Kevin Smith turned frail!

"P-please… don't… I beg you… don't kill me." He stuttered, watching the amused grins of the Hobgoblins as they drew closer.

Their green-colored skin glimmered in the sun and they rubbed their fists, most of which were covered with the blood of his fallen subordinates.

Now merely inches away from him, all surrounding the kneeling man, the Demons readied themselves for yet another enjoyable act of pure violence.

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I witnessed the final moments of the last survivor, seeing as the Hobgoblins pounded him to death, ripping out his body as they pleased.

Malevolence (Pt 1)