Nomanalive

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?

Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. 

For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. 
As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. 

One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.

The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

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Maids VS Apocalypse

Tianmu looked over the hall. Everyone beside the Peace Keepers had collapsed. The brown-haired kid had unleashed his Soul Pressure in full force and caused even the few that had passed the selection to collapse.

"This is still acceptable." His long sleeves fluttered as he gestured for the enemy. "Reap their souls and offer them to our lord!"

The Red Hoods, twelve of them, rushed forth without a word. The edge of the podium was were they split, some going left while others went right. A few took to the air with a leap that surpassed anything humans were capable of.

"This is the worst…" Elya glanced at the civilians collapsed at her feet. "Old man, sorry but you gotta handle this yourself!"

Franco was already spinning his sickle by the side. Gunfire erupted at that moment and drew everyone's attention to the young man at the center.

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