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\u201cThis is Ouroborean magic,\u201d she grinned, her amber-colored eyes suddenly becoming all pitch-black. \u201cOuroborean magic?\u201d I whispered the words. \u201cYes,\u201d the angel girl nodded, \u201cpowerful old magic.\u201d Then she nodded again: \u201cYour magic.\u201d I furrowed my brow, that feeling of deja vu hitting me a second time like a ton of bricks. I was tempted to make a joke about me maybe being a Fire Mage or something.<\/p>\n

But I actually knew quite a lot more about my powers now compared to the last time that I had had this dream, or whatever this was. The red-head pursed her lips, as if guessing my thoughts. \u201cIt is my power that is born of fire, Derek Shaw,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhereas your power, your power is born of \u2026 sex.\u201d Somewhere, like somewhere way far off in the distance, I could hear this awful kind of snarling sound. So awful \u2026 and yet so damn familiar. And growing louder and louder by the second. But I tried my best to ignore it. I wanted to stay with this. I wanted to stay inside this dream or this \u2026<\/p>\n

this near-death experience, or whatever this was, and hear the rest of what this red-headed angel girl had to say about my Ouroborean magic. \u201cYou are a Breeder Mage,\u201d she told me then, \u201cbut you already know that. However, what you do not know is how your father really died. And who killed him.\u201d My heart literally almost stopped beating when she said that. Or maybe it actually did stop beating back up in the real world or whatever, as I bled out on the cold stone floor of that dungeon tunnel, that snarling demon on top of me still clawing away at my body.<\/p>\n

I felt a huge suffocating weight on my chest.<\/p>\n

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First published by Other Earth Press 2026 Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Marc Robert All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com 1kitap1.com\/en Contents What Is Other Earth? Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Preview Facebook & Reddit Groups LitRPG Group About the Author 1kitap1.com\/en What Is Other Earth?<\/p>\n

All of my books take place in the same world. A world where Earth and a dark magical realm called Ourobor are linked together by a series of magic portals. The scientists from our world who opened the first portal to Ourobor called this new world that they found Other Earth.<\/p>\n

Orcs, elves, goblin girls, beast-kin, mimics, and even dragons: these creatures are all real. Some of them want to live with us in peace. While others want to make war. But either way, now that the portals are open, Earth and Other Earth will never be the same again. You can check out more Other Earth books here: https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/stores\/author\/B08CY575GR\/all books 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter One I descended deeper and deeper into my family\u2019s old dungeon farm, the air growing fouler and more musty the deeper I went.<\/p>\n

This level of the dungeon was more of a labyrinth than a maze, one single long subterranean tunnel sloping downward. But I needed to keep going if I wanted to find a way out of this place. I hefted up my enchanted pick-axe, keeping my wits about me. Sharp and alert. Ready for just about anything. Oona Brawn, the Berserker goddess, had said that there would be more monsters down this way. More chances for fighting and killing. More chances to harvest even more mana cores. And, of course, more chances for us to get ourselves off while doing it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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