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No. 7: A Nation With out a King

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At the edge of a world entering the Age of Ability Users, Freetown stands as a refuge for the gifted—quiet on the surface, turbulent underneath. Seven, a weapon-type ability user created in a laboratory and long believed dead, moves alone through the city’s shadows. He rescues a rampaging teenage boy, Jim, and silently wipes out loan-shark strongholds—unaware that every step is part of Lucian’s design. Lucian, wielder of the sky-blue power Azure, seeks nothing less than the creation of a nation ruled by ability users. Through dungeon trials and real combat alike, Seven gradually reveals his unique six-tier ability system: enhanced physique, telepathy, telekinesis, barriers… and beyond them, a forbidden power capable of reshaping the world itself. His return threatens to overturn Freetown’s fragile order and stirs a hidden current between gods and humanity. When the king awakens, the rules of the world will never be the same. This work is an original creation by the author. All copyrights and adaptation rights are reserved.
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