Dagzo

"Mana to breathe, mana to eat, mana to fucking live," 

Inhale: -0.001 MP… oops! You're out of mana points.

(Pay-to-breathe RPG.)

Humanity's last walled stronghold. 
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In the world Elio lives, every gasp of air comes at a price.

A floating indestructible book for every human, a magical system that turns survival into a pay-to-breathe RPG.

Here, poverty isn't just being broke, it's choking.

Surrounded by barren land and a sea of monsters on top of it (No water, just literal monsters), each day is a suffocating dance of survival, a balancing act between mana for air and mana for food.

In this economy, holding your breath isn't just a game, it's a retirement plan.

Driven by desperation (and the city's miserly rulers that don’t cut anyone a break), Elio dives into the Book System’s trials to save his family.

Along the way, he unlocks powers he didn’t ask for and starts to figure out... Who he really is.

Immerse yourself in an adventure where one young man's stubborn refusal to become a statistic could spark a revolution. Who knew being a pain in the system's rear could change the world?

Because in Elio's world, breathing is just the beginning of the revolution and... he's gasping for change.

But hey, who said saving the world had to be all doom and gloom? Join Elio as he kicks monster butt, uncovers ancient secrets, and maybe, just maybe, figures out how to grow a tree or two along the way.
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Warning:

May contain traces of world domination, an unhealthy obsession with the periodic table, damage points, progression math, and yes, even a sprinkle of that old "power of friendship" magic. Because sometimes, you need a buddy to help you remember which element does what or even help you calculate those sweet, sweet stats.

A quick heads-up:

Despite what the cover might suggest, this isn’t a hack-and-slash adventure. Think more along the lines of a turn-based RPG, where strategy and choices matter as much as action. Get ready for a different kind of challenge!

If you want to know more about the cover:

Yep, that's our first FL crying and crossing the transparent barrier straight into a pixelated, indistinguishable sea of monsters. Because why not mix emotions with chaos? She's crazy like that! (Not really... or is she?)

Discord is coming soon!!
I’m working on it in the little moments I find between writing, editing, making more character images, etc.

Little by little, we’ll have a Poked... uh, a full SummonDex! Meanwhile, you can check out the ones on Fandom with their... funny descriptions? Or at least I hope so... orz

Warning 2 (Privilege 4 and 5):

I just wanted to stick to the novel’s level system, so I had to add those '0s'!!! Don’t be an elephant... unless you’re an enormous one... A whale! Seriously, nooooo!

You’re going to make me die from the pressure, and I’ll feel terrible!! It’s just one chapter!!! You can wait... But if you’re dirty rich and really, Really, REALLY want to support, well... okay, though I’ll still feel bad!!! orz

Utopian System

Time seemed to slow as Tarec launched a fireball directly at Fathoran's face.

The Founder, surprised by this final act of defiance, arched his back, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Though the fireball missed its mark, Tarec's rebellious attitude ignited a burning fury in Fathoran's eyes. "Insolent fool!" he roared, raising his sword with both hands.

The blade gleamed ominously, reflecting the dying flames of Tarec's salamander.

Tarec, mana-depleted, exhausted, and resigned, closed his eyes. He knew this was his end, but at least he would die with honor, refusing Fathoran's demands.

Fathoran's sword descended in a deadly arc, cutting through the air with a menacing whistle.

For an instant, Fathoran sensed something amiss.

Just as the blade was about to find its target, Fathoran realized why…

The sound wasn't coming from his sword.

It was the whistle of a flying spear.

Chapter 111: System's Battlefield