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Abstract-One. The Multiverse System

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In a sudden burst, El-Mond launches forward rocketing through the pillar holding the statue. His jaws open wide. . He swallows the stone whole. . Power explodes. . The energy surges through him like an endless flood. . "AAAHHHHHHH...!!" . El-Mond roars, his scream shaking the depths. His body moves uncontrollably, tearing through submerged stone boulders beneath the sea at terrifying speed. . Rock shatters. Water erupts. . Every passing minute, the pain intensifies. . The energy is overwhelming violent, endless, merciless. . Twenty minutes pass. . He cannot endure it any longer. . His body feels full overfilled ready to burst apart. . Yet, the stone shows no sign of reaching its limit. . Unconsciously, El-Mond rockets through another boulder and shoots upward. . He explodes out of the sea. . ROOOAAARRR!! . A thunderous roar sends reverberating shockwaves of energy across the sky. . Then silence. . His eyes turn white. . His breathing becomes shallow, broken. . He falls back into the sea. . His body begins to give up. . As he sinks deeper, darkness closes in. . "Master! Master! Wake up! Please!" Eldred screams desperately within him. "I don't want to die!" . There is no response. . El-Mond's eyes close. . "MASTER!… REMEMBER… THE ADULTERERS!" Eldred's scream echoes . And instantly . ROOOAAARRR!! . El-Mond's eyes snap open. . "THOSE!… BASTARDS!!....." . In perfect synchronisation White energy erupts from his body. . A colossal beam shoots through the sea, pierces the surface, and blasts straight through the clouds above. . His cells ignite with power. . Bones shatter then reconstruct. . Again and again. . Thirty minutes pass. . The beam of light finally fizzles out. . The sea dust clears. Revealed within the water Deep hazel eyes. A diamond-shaped face. Long white hair flowing like silk. A lean upper body, fair skin And a powerful fish tail beneath. . Eldred stares in disbelief. . "H-How is this possible!?" "He went from an Earl… to A half-step Dukel evolved creature!" . "And he has a complete half body!?" "At this rate… won't I be a slave forever!?" . El-Mond clenches his fist. . Monstrous energy ripples outward. . "WASH YOUR NECKS, BASTARDS." . "I WILL BE BACK." . THOS. THE REVENGE OF THE MURDERED ABSTRACT-ONE BEGINS
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