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

    "I want to marry you," Fumiko suddenly said.


    "Stop fooling around and let me go now," I say.


    "But I even divorced my husbands for you so I can at least be part of your harem!" She's looking like I betrayed her. No, she betrayed herself.


    "Then you're a fool. Get back to them. And let me go already!"


    "Please!" she pleads, hugging me around my knees. 


    Her boobs are sandwiching my left calf. And she's rubbing her crotch on my shin! I have to get her away from me before something rises! Ugh! She's too clingy! 


    "Yes, I am a crazy woman—FOR YOU!!!"


    "What are you even talking about? We just met!"


    "I won't let you go if you won't accept me!"


    She already proposed to me! A crackhead—that's what she is!


    So I choose the option, <No.> That's when she lets out a fake cry.


Proposal