Writersoul

In the world of Shannia, the holders of the powerful Divine Trinity Frames waged a catastrophic war against each other. The aftermath of their battle sparked a quest to obtain these fabled relics. For centuries, Frame Users have raced to the Edge of the Server, vying to claim the Frames and bend reality to their will. But the quest is treacherous, and only the strongest will survive to claim victory. Will you be the one to conquer the Divine Trinity Quest and rewrite the fate of Shannia?

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⚠️ MC's POV blurb:

 “Find me at the edge of the Server, Kai,” were the last words my mother before she disappeared. 

 Then I was fooled and got stuck in a game called "Shannia" where 100 years is a measly 1 hour in the real world. Alice—the girl who introduced me to this game told me I will die in real life if I die here. I don't fully believe her. However, I won't take a chance. I will see everything through until I learn the truth. That changed when she told me about the Divine Trinity Quest by going to the server's edge. I feel. . . somehow, I could discover my past by completing this quest. And maybe, hopefully, I will find my mother there.

 To the Server's Edge!

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⚠️Conditions for MASS RELEASING CHAPTERS:

*100 Power Stones = 1 Chapter

*100 Privilege Unlocks = 5 Chapters 

*10 Golden Tickets = 5 Chapters 

Notes: 

—The Mass Releases of Chapters will be done in the following month.

—A maximum of 25 Chapters can be Mass Released in one Month.

—May update the conditions from time to time.

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Divine Trinity Quest: Into the Server's Edge

    In the evening in our room, Helena has just fallen asleep and it leaves me and Nisha wide awake on this bed. She's reading her book while I stare at the ceiling above us. I'm waiting for her to ask me for a drink. She hasn't had a drink after all. Last night, she refused because she felt guilty. I convinced her that it was okay but she won't listen. How do I get around that?


    So, I crawl on the bed, and right next to her, I sit. I'm looking at her juicy lips as she keeps reading her book. And I could help but grab her thigh under the sheets. 


    "Stop," she says but I know she likes this. "I said stop!" she whisperingly growls, hitting my arm with her elbow.


    "I'm reading." She goes back to it again.


    "That can wait." Slowly, I glide my hand further up her thigh. "Let me just—"


    She closes her book and slaps my hand. "I said, stop. I'm not in the mood!"


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