Towerbound Book 3: Super Ren (A GameLit Novel | OP MC + Dystopian + Time Travel) (Towerbound (LITRPG + REGRESSOR + OPMC))
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“Nah,” Simms said. “Doesn’t matter. For all we know, we’re a character in a book. Or a TV show. Or an alien betting pool.”
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[Official Towerbound Guild Leaderboard] Crimson Pact Crap Rats He blinked. No way. He spun around and looked at the rest of the team. Everyone had their new official guild tag floating above their heads now—‌red text, glowing bright, system-locked: Crap Rats “No,” Choi whispered. “No, no, no—‌no.” But the System did not care. The typo had been made. The title was locked. They were now the second-ranked guild in the world. And their name…‌was Crap Rats.
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armor. Wei Lin, on the other hand, didn’t mind one bit. “Crap Rats” sounded badass. And while everyone else laughed and pointed fingers, he’d already picked two pockets clean. Embarrassment? Temporary.
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test it again today. Secondhand fans are like crazy ex-girlfriends; they look fine until they burn your place down.”
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‘Only three guilds are even allowed into this district,’ Wei Lin thought. ‘So what can we bring back to the starting zone that’ll make us a fortune?’ His eyes darted over stalls and booths, memorizing layouts, prices, and stock. ‘And I wonder how much I can skim off the top before Ren notices.’
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Davon walked out of the murder hospital and froze. That brand-new gun—‌the menacing, black Rustmount MG-12, belt-fed and terrifying—‌was no longer sitting on the dirt like the silent death machine it was supposed to be. It was now bright pink. With sparkles. And cartoon rats. His brain short-circuited.
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“Where the hell did you hear about hot pink gun paint?” “MetaTube sponsored tutorial.” She held up her wristband. “It was called ‘Ten Ways to Express Yourself Through Ballistics!’”
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warfare. ‘Paperwork.
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Then: Can we get more bottles? Is the second one as good? Mira replied almost instantly: Nope. Every District 10 dweller gets three, total. First one’s for yourself. Second one’s for tuning your body, tweaking things. The third? We trade that for favours, something big. Life-changing big. Ren: Thank you. Mira: You earned it. He smiled at that. ‘So no, we can’t get any more,’ he thought. But he didn’t let go of the bottle. He held it like it meant something. Like it proved the world could get better. And then his jaw set. ‘There has to be a way.’
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Folo raised a brow. “We’re raising a militia of angry kids, huh?” Ren muttered, “Scrap Rats: daycare with consequences.” Mira sighed. “I hate how much I love that.”
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Silk dropped his hands to the table. “This is either brilliant…‌or we’ve all lost our minds.” Folo gave him a big thumbs-up. “Yeah,” Davon said. “That’s a Scrap Rat plan if I’ve ever heard one.”
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thread. ‘Minions are the best. Apprentices. I mean—‌apprentices.
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“Because ‘Rat King’ is already a term for when a bunch of rats get their tails tangled together and die in a gross ball of disease.”
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happened, thrilled after. She’d stopped chewing the contraceptive gum—‌the kind handed out for free at every Vitalis clinic in District 1. The official slogan was Stay Safe, Have Fun. The unofficial one floating around bars? If she’s chewing
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bite!” “Oliver’s in! Oliver made it!” “Dibs on next!” Skubara paused mid-chew, eyes narrowing slightly as she mulled the strange taste of spiced human. Not bad. A little dry. But certainly enthusiastic. She swallowed, then tilted her head toward the remaining crowd. “…‌You all want to be eaten?” “Yes!” “Absolutely!” “Take me next, mighty dragoness!” “I’ve marinaded myself!” One kid held up a little sign: Certified Organic.