Cosmic rush in another world

Cosmic rush in another world

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The story starts with your average loser Tobe Takeshi. Suffering from the bullying from his peers, will his life take a turn in another world?, unfortunately he is deemed useless and is subjected to disposal by the very princess who summoned him, in death's doorstep, he finds the legacy of a cosmic deity giving him the power of the stars. "Not again, I will rewrite my fate because my destiny is as boundless as the stars!!!" AN: If the owner of the picture im using for the cover of this novel wants it taken down then I will be happy to Credits to the owner ( of the photo )
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SUN DOGS

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. The Garroter, the Aether Reaper... whatever the fuck. He doesn't waste words. Doesn't threaten. Doesn't need to. If he comes for you, the sentence was decided long before you heard footsteps. Don't even bother begging either... it just irritates him. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Prayers don't matter. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word. But evil loves rules when rules protect it. Karasu doesn't have one fuck left to give. And if Abram Karasu is hunting you... you definitely fucking earned it.

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