Leon_Life_or_Death

My name is Arlo Templeton. Just a guy trying to live a life where I can forget my past.

In a world where mages wield magic to showcase their power and advanced technology commands Cybers robots, hovering cars, and Ray Guns to reign supreme, I am an outsider. It feels like I’ve stopped moving forward while time relentlessly marches on.

Hope is a word that can propel us forward or leave us lying down. But in this chaos, hope alone cannot grant someone peace. We need something greater to confront our adversaries.

It's as if something hears my pleas, as usual, when I visit the cave to mine Voidstone, surrounded by Cybers.

Suddenly, the cave exploded, crushing me to death. But death didn’t come. Instead, I found myself back at that morning.

Then, I gained System ability.

Now what?

Do I live in regret anymore? I've lost too much in my life—my family, my ambition, my peace, my happiness. I’m afraid that if I move forward, I'll lose even more in the future. Will this system save or kill the people I want to protect?

[Arlo Templeton - Game Over]

No Magic,No Tech,No problem,Just My System's Power

Arlo's voice echoed through the air, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. As the crowd bowed before him and Inara, he roared in frustration, "Don't kneel before me, aid her!"

"Bring her to me." An elderly elf, his clothes tattered and worn, beckoned Arlo into his humble abode, leaning heavily on his gnarled walking stick.

Arlo carried Inara into the hut, laying her gently on the earthen floor. As he attempted to rise, Inara's hand weakly clung to his arm before she succumbed to unconsciousness. Arlo remained by her side, his heart pounding in his chest.

The old elf returned with a concoction of vibrant green. He instructed Arlo to open her mouth, and he complied, prying her lips apart. The elf poured the liquid down her throat.

Chapter 72: Gang of Weirdos, The Prophecy of Heaven Is Here