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"Archiving otherwise lost data on them tends to be beneficial in the long term. Not just for me, but for them as well, once they're ready to take it all in from an external perspective. They are not ready. As for me, well, it feels like I always have been, for better or worse. It is impossible to go back for all of us, and with that damning understanding comes a different kind of acceptance that I never imagined that I would achieve. It was bittersweet at first, but with this newfound meaning, I keep myself busy recording what was left behind, and what has yet to come as we tread closer. Infinite paths are carved to reach the same destination, that much I understand now. None are left unscathed, or without fatigue at the very least. To what end, you ask? Well, interpretations have been made along the way, many are just to get to the next milestone. Where one ends, or is rendered obsolete, another comes to light, and perhaps another, depending on how far you walk, and how much further you are willing to go. It pushes us down from our subconscious, offering a taste of what lies ahead. I don't think we are as separate from one another as we always tend to imagine, or from our environment, for that matter. As I read back and reflect, all I can say is that the destination is way beyond how far a single perspective can walk all at once. At least, for now, especially if it is traveled alone. So many paths have become intertwined, however, as we draw ever closer to that sweet, absolute end to all of our journeys, to which we can reflect and simply offer nothing more than a hearty chuckle. We are but buds, carving our way to the surface to take in the sunlight as both a collective and as individuals. For you, the reader of our endeavors, I offer side stories, for lack of a better term, while I compile and develop the main sagas of our collection. It will be fun to express who we once were, and who we will become. Reflect on us, from start to finish, and do enjoy."
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My wife and I got Reincarnated in Martial World

A sound, deep and unearthly, cracked across the sky — like the world itself had been struck with a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. A fracture spread across the heavens, jagged and violent. And from that wound in the sky... they fell. Shapes. Twisted. Wrong. Crawling, jerking — no longer human. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open. Something came through. People are changing. Dying. Tearing each other apart—Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway . the ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second , In the world unlike Earth Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror . He got Reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. thank you !.
Xylos_Nightshade · 19.7k Views

Douluo Dalu 2: Cultivating as a Fox until 100,000 Years

Zhen Len died twice. First, as an ordinary human on Earth named Ryan. Second, as a talented cultivator in Douluo Dalu 3, unable to reach divinity despite all his efforts. When his life fades away amidst a battle against the Abyss forces, he unexpectedly awakens in an unknown forest… but this time, not as a human. Now he is an fire spirit fox, a once-extinct soul beast that was once his martial soul. Without knowing how much time has passed since his death, and unaware that he returned years after Tang San ascended to the divine realm in Douluo Dalu 1, he must now cultivate in an attempt to become a god. However, he still possesses a great advantage: the techniques of the Tang Sect, the techniques of the Body Sect, and his experience as a blacksmith who once crafted a four-word battle armor and mechas. Thus, it is only a matter of time before he gathers enough resources to turn human again and attempt to ascend to divinity. Being reborn as a soul beast is a sentence to centuries and millennia of solitude… but it is also a chance to prepare without rush. Will he be able to overcome time, fate, and his own nature to become human again? In this novel, he will remain a soul beast for a long time until the canon events of Douluo Dalu 2 begin, and I plan for the MC to mate with human women (and possibly, though not certain yet, with other soul beasts) while still being a soul beast. This is an original fanfic.
ZackRPG · 238.5k Views