Cyber Gods: The Manga verse Saga

By Carter Holland

Cyber Gods will rise.

The future of the Mangaverse is at stake...

...the time for new worlds, new enemies and the threat of the Returners has

• Language: English
• Publisher: KBVM Publishing
• Release date: Aug 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088277317

Carter Holland

Carter Holland creator of cyberpunk fantasy stories and non are written using AI assistance. He has very strict policy on not using a computer to write words. He loves video games, golf and of course writing worlds beyond. He will be continuing his endeavors into a new style of Cyberpunk with Bushido's Blood A Vampunk Saga. So, hopefully you enjoy his stories for the foreseeable future and support him by giving a review.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

CYBER GODS

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Copyright © 2022 By Mikhail McCann

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Books by Carter Holland

Manga Babes (Book One)

The Demons of Space

Cyberpunk Neon High

Cyberpunk X E.V.A. The Collective

CYBER GODS

The Mangaverse Saga

(Book 2)

CARTER HOLLAND

For Dad

(Thanks for introducing me to the future worlds of Science Fiction.)

Love you, old man.

It ends here.

Hiver

Run down.

Battle Ready

Slav/R

Doom X Vs. Mecha 3388

Second Encounter

Deadlands Battle

Valt

Valt Vs. Desert Babes

The Red Wizard

Watch Them Soar

Dragon Battle

The Ram

The War Begins

Revan City Hunt Down

Dark Labyrinth

True Lies

Extreme Measures

Camilla

Gods of Black Death

Gen-Ra Unleashed

Phase Two

Phase Three

Returners of Mangaverse

Post Ending

Part One

1

It ends here.

If he dies. We die too.

Three months later...

The blood drips down the finest green colored blade made of strong oak with nanotech weaved into the oak. The blade swings across the eyes of the large broad-shouldered Dark enemy with horns as sharp as a carving knife used to dismember carcasses. It sneers through the black boar skull mask and leans backwards watching the sword cross its chest.

Die creature of the Mave Forest! The Dark enemy said, towering over the Mecha weed warrior. The Dark enemy black shadow crawls up across the Dark enemy’s gold eyes.

The Dark enemy raises his sharp square triple edged sword gripping the red leather hilt and knocks back the green Mecha weed warrior to the ground. His red metal gloves dig into the dirt throwing it at the boar skull mask.

The Dark enemy wipes off the dirt in his eyes, nearly blind for a moment. He yells.

The Mecha weed warrior rolls back up standing at six foot five with his dark spiked green hair with light green weed vines sticking out of the rear of his head. His green eyes glare at the sight of the Dark enemy.

The Mecha weed warrior turns its body sideways and the triple edged sword slams down on the ground cracking the dry hard dirt into chunks that ricochet up in air away from them. One of them hits the Mecha weed warrior in the face and gets cut in the cheek bleeding.

The Mecha weed warrior lifts his sword up around his back charging up the large blade of his enemy and aims for his head swinging the sword back around to the front.

His red Mecha metal gloves grip around the handle.

It screams of rage in his eyes.

The Dark enemy sees him coming at him and turns its head away from the incoming assault and feels the blade narrowly miss his forehead slicing across the slit of its eye through the side breaking a piece of the boar skull mask.

The Mecha weed warrior suddenly feels a hand grab him by the leg and the Dark enemy slams him down twice on the ground like a rag doll.

Blood splashes out from the Mecha weed warrior.

Your life is done, pathetic fool. The Dark enemy said scornfully.

The Dark enemy walks quickly over to the Mecha weed warrior seeing it covered in blood and dead. He grabs him by the leg dragging him across the dirt ground with the sun shining hot and heavy.

The cliff’s edge drops down across the landscape of Vurlynix, a Kingdom of bizarre living creatures and skies of bluish purple, and the rain hits the Dark enemy as it crosses the wooden bridge over the rushing green waterfall that hits the large live rocks. They have crystal prism eyes overlooking the tranquil dark forest.

The Dark enemy hears the water sounds, and it is loud enough to alert the crows flying over him.

The Mecha weed warrior’s body begins to turn dark green with blood still trickling out of its mask and the water sounds rush faster with small critters scurrying away from the presence of the Dark enemy’s large shadow slowly moving over them.

Their yellow eyes wide with fear.

They hide behind the live rocks with triangular odd-looking eyes visually seeing the Dark enemy transitioning with colors of light projecting from the sun. The critters don’t see black and white. Or gray for that matter.

The Dark enemy passes the last of the bridge’s wood plank and steps onto safe ground scraping the dirt with its bone made boots.

The wind changes directions from the south side, and it feels like something is amidst. The triple edged blade is pulled from his hip and clasped in its hand tightly and he swings madly at whatever is lurking around him.

He screams loudly and tires out quickly from the mad swinging.

Come out and face me you cowards!

The wind stops.

The brown mud surrounding him turns black forming into scary looking Faes levitating with split two prong swords in front of their yellow eyes brightening up with intensity.

Four of them to be exact.

They all glare at the Dark enemy standing there watching them circle around using their inner voices to speak with his mind.

You claim it without merit?

I’ve killed it to claim back my reign! The Dark enemy said.

The four Faes’ look among each other and speak the dead language of Espers.

A strange purple aura moves around their heads. They communicate telepathically with each other in an alternate plane.

We believe your might isn’t strong enough for the things to come. We merely won’t allow you to continue. The Faes’ said.

The Dark enemy growls and spits at them.

Curse you demons!

The wind begins to pick up again.

The Dark enemy swings at the four Faes’ with immense stamina and willpower to the point of exhaustion.

The Dark enemy feels the boar skull mask tear and one of the Fae pulls it off ripping the Dark enemy’s skin exposing his inner black flesh with its eyes popping out of its sockets.

The Dark enemy feels the swords hit through his chest and black blood gushes out onto the ground leaving him incapacitated. It feels its fingers curl up as the nerves stop working inside and it roars with maniacal laughter.

He looks at the four Faes and spits his black blood at one of them. The Fae steps in moving its