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Monster Gacha System: Becoming The Final Boss

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October 5th, 2012. The Heaven's Fell. Gargantuan monoliths of vast proportions tore the skies open, descending and shattering cities in their wake. That day, Damien watched the advent of humanity's downfall from the throne of the world as dread pounded his heart. It was blinding. But as the gears of destiny spun, he awakened in the middle of a devastated intersection, perceiving a world that seemed the same yet felt different. Unnoticed, something was set into motion. It was the beginning of his chronicle, the dawn of his path. | Initializing... |
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Chapter 1 - | Chapter 001 | Prologue: Advent of Heaven's Fall

October 5th, 2012. It was the day of obliteration and rebirth, the beginning of a new age devoured by the darkness of damnation that would veil humanity for all eternity. For it was dubbed the advent of Heaven's Fall.

Humankind was torn down from the throne of the world as reality fractured into pieces and monoliths of unparalleled proportions descended from the heavens. It was thought of as divine retribution, but in actuality, it was doom.

Nations collapsed under the weight of chaotic disorder, while cities burned asunder amidst the shade of destruction. Continents sank into the abyss, forever banished from the texture of reality.

Yet, unfamiliar landmasses of great magnitude surfaced from the turbulent oceans, bringing about unknowns and mysteries forever shrouded by the fog of ignorance. The gears of destiny perpetually changed, history punctually tarnished.

The dawn of a new era had begun, embarking on a vibrant daybreak.

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In the distance, towering concrete buildings loomed over the skyline while paved streets brimmed with vibrant crowds. The vivid honks of traffic resounded amidst the chatter of the masses as the golden sun steadily rose from the horizon.

From the huddled premises of Brooklyn, a young man observed the dynamic intricacies of morning while resting upon the railings that divided him and the crowded streets below. He regarded the vivid scenery with utter calm, bored and patient.

His name was Damien, an orphan and student of a particular university within the boroughs of New York. Regardless of his unfortunate circumstance, he dreamed of becoming something more.

Whether it'd be growing into a wealthy and self-made man, enjoying life for what it was. Or, standing amongst the highest of prestige and having his name imprinted in history. Such were the fantasies of the ignorant.

Delusions of grandeur that shatter when gazed upon by reality.

'Let me dream...' He tilted his head as strands of his pitch-black hair swayed with the dancing breeze of wind. The edges of his lips rose, understanding the weight of existence.

Without the glint of wealth, the familiarity of family, and the passion of love. Was life truly worthy of consideration? Nonetheless, he didn't consider himself alone in this world. There was also the future for him to experience.

"Yo!"

Behind him was a silhouette of a beautiful girl whose hand waved gleefully. Interrupting his session of existential dread was an interloper, the usual one. Averting his eyes from the scenic view, he gazed upon her and raised his eyebrows. 

"Sam, wipe that grin off your face." His sable-tinted eyes narrowed, displeased by the smug attitude of the one before him. Her name was Samantha Hearth, a gorgeous girl whose popularity extended to every corner.

As unfeasible as it may sound, she was his only friend within the university and perhaps the whole borough.

Resting her slender arms on the railing, her hazel-stained hair fluttered with the wind as her smile grew wider, while her bluish eyes ogled the ill-tempered young man beside her. "Looks like someone's grumpy."

"Don't test my patience. Besides, what are you doing here, to begin with?" Avoiding her scrutinizing gaze, Damien sighed exasperatedly and knitted his eyebrows. Of all the people he had met, she was the only one who managed to seep into his nerves.

Although, to be fair, the number of people he interacted with wasn't as much as the others. He preferred to avoid needless exchanges.

Sam maintained her assertive smile and shifted closer to the prickly man. "Your habit of lingering on the rooftop when questioning your existence tends to be noticeable. Are you infuriated because you don't have anyone to talk to?"

She was the opposite of Damien, someone who was decisive, confident, intelligent, present, rich, and loved by a family. Most would consider them incompatible with one another. Obviously, some envy was inevitable when interacting with her.

But, even though he didn't let others or her discern it, there was no doubt that he admired her to the bottom of his heart.

"I don't care about chatting with people, so I'd prefer you to drop it. I'm just bored and wanted to relax beside the daybreak." He shook his head and took a deep breath. The air was cold and calm, soothing as the morning breeze.

Sam nudged his shoulders and attracted his attention, winking as though she understood him. "Some wish to be left alone, but no one loves to feel alone. But... It all depends on whether or not you feel the need to converse."

"Otherwise, there's no need for you to gossip or have a discussion with them." Her words resounded, akin to a bell chiming amidst the silence that enveloped them. It was sensible, but he was a contrarian.

"Hmm... Are you implying that it's my fault?" Damien narrowed his gaze, earning the chuckle of his one and only friend. Her bluish irises seemed to reflect the dazzling light of dawn, resembling a sapphire gemstone.

"Hey, would you try talking to a wall?" Sam tilted her head, asking a nonsensical question that barbed his head. Evidently, the answer was, why would he? There's no reason to do so. "A wall cannot talk, and I know you're referencing me as the wall."

"People assumed, recognizing patterns and subconsciously acting upon them. Some might question before concluding their thoughts. Nevertheless, most follow trends and their circle of relationships."

"Humans are social creatures, after all. It is an unavoidable part of humanity. To avoid boredom is to enjoy; you need to interact and play the game. It's much more useful than brooding alone, you know?" Sam grinned while staring at him.

"The more you talk, the more you sound like a sociopath. Besides, when did you even learn sociology?" Damien understood the meaning of her words. Unless he opened up, others would consider him a wall. It wasn't hate, but indifference.

Even so, it was rare for her to talk so much about philosophy. Most of the time, she seemed inclined to bother and tease as much as possible.

"Common sense is not so common anymore, so I might sound crazy. But it works, and I'm the proof that it does. Understanding the flow of social patterns is a useful skill." Sam stretched her pale limbs upward and leaned her body against the railing.

"You want me to become a social butterfly?" Damien backed away from the railing and continued. "You already know me, Sam. I'm content with where I stand. I don't want to become someone I am not."

Turning away from the vibrant scene of Brooklyn, she rested her back against the metallic railing. "Don't you want to become more, Damien? Are you really content? Do you not desire change? The world wouldn't change for you. Either you adapt or get left behind."

Her smile became subdued as her gaze lost its determined luster. She became cold and felt like a stranger he had met for the first time. Stepping back, he furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong with you, Sam? You're acting strange."

Once again, she tilted her head as strands of her hazel-tinted hair danced with the surging breeze. "I have not changed, Damien. Perhaps you remembered me wrong. Memories are superficial, after all."

She turned her gaze upward, observing the storm brewing above the heavens. The golden sun of dawn had long been veiled, dimming the world below it. Reverting her eyes towards him, she smiled for one last time. "You should wake up."

"Huh?" Damien was utterly confused, though it transformed into horror. A shadow loomed over them and shaded the entirety of the rooftop. The world dulled as his eyes widened from fright.

It wasn't without reason.

Behind his friend, a towering and gargantuan monolith tore through the clouded skies, hindering the brilliance of the golden sun. It descended with ferocious intensity, shifting the air and surging the gale outward, dismantling everything beneath it.

"What the..." He steadily retreated as everything around them darkened. His heart pounded from dread, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He gazed upon her blankly and questioned. "What's going on, Sam?"

"Change, Damien... I was wrong, the world can be altered." Abruptly, radiance pierced from the distance as it blinded both the heavens and the earth. It was as though a thousand suns materialized over the skyline.

Amidst the blinding luster, Sam faded and became a silhouette. She vanished before him, consumed by the blaze of destruction and rebirth. He was no exception as his perception turned white before blinking into pitch-black. There was nothing.

There were no senses left to feel, no thoughts remained, and his existence was but a blip of fleeting light within the abyss of reality.

Yet... He roused from what felt like an eternal slumber, awakening and returning to where he was supposed to be. It wasn't the end, but the beginning of what was about to come.

Initializing...

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Damien stirred awake as his body throbbed from exhaustion and apprehension. He felt the cold rough surface of asphalt and smelled the burning scent of rubber and metal. The numbing breeze of night darted above him while echoes of ringing alarms tolled in his ears.

Questions flooded his mind. Was that a dream? No, it was too distinct; there was no doubt that it was real. But what happened? What was going on? He coughed and planted his palms to the ground, pushing himself up.

His blurred gaze receded; vision returned to its former state. He was muddled, unable to form coherent thoughts other than haphazard questions. 'Sam... Is she safe? I must move! This isn't the time to be moping around.'

As clarity rebounded into his mind, he surveyed his surroundings and felt a tinge of disorientation. Intersection, he was in the middle of it. Destruction surrounded him as cars burned and rubble filled the ground.

Buildings gleamed with coherence while advertisements glimmered from airships hovering above. The world looked the same, but it felt different for Damien. It was as though he was shoved into a time that wasn't his.

'W-where am I? How d-did I get here?' He furrowed his eyebrows, his heart pounding with unease. Taking a deep breath, he pacified a tinge of his anxiousness. It wasn't the time to panic. But before he could make a single move, a spotlight illuminated him.

Boots tapped onto the ground as metal clinked. Damien froze as he turned his gaze forward and saw soldiers garbed in black. The crimson lens of their gas mask unfolded a velvet gleam while the barrels of their rifles pointed at him, ready for whatever was about to come.

'Huh?' He was dumbfounded, to say the least. Out of the sudden, armed soldiers stood in front of him, ready to put him down. As if, in their eyes, he was but a monster. His hand quivered for a moment as a somber voice bellowed.

"Surrender yourself..."