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The Carrion Reaper

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"The Carrion Reaper" In the aftermath of the Great Cataclysmic War, the world lay in ruins. Countless kingdoms fell, entire cities were reduced to dust, and millions perished including Valen Graves, a warrior who died without glory, fighting in a war that had no true victor. But death was not the end. As the gods descended to "save" the world, bestowing power upon the survivors to rebuild civilization, an Old GodnKheros, the Lord of Carrion whispered the truth to Valen’s lost soul. The war had been a lie, orchestrated by the gods themselves to fuel their endless hunger for power. The peace they offered was nothing but another illusion. Enraged, yet powerless in death, Valen was given a choice: remain a forgotten corpse or rise as Kheros’ Avatar, a hunter of gods. Choosing vengeance, Valen is resurrected with the Carrion Reaper System, granting him the power to devour the dead, steal their strength, and ascend beyond mortality. Now, as he walks the ruins of a world built on lies, his path is clear he will feast upon those who once feasted upon humanity. The war may be over, but his hunt has just begun.
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