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World Editor

Silver_Cloud
To what extent are you a person? To what extent are your personal values identified and freely crafted on your own? Give a beast a prey, and it would learn to be a predator. Give a person an inch, and they’ll take a mile. Just like animals yearn to sit at the top or feel safe, it's in humans’ nature to have dominion over everything they want. And just like how animals have fangs to rip through skin, humans have Concepts to shape the world to their whim. Our story takes place in a world like our own, a planet called Petra, a sphere trapped in the Sun’s orbit. Just like how the Sun influences our day and night cycle due to your world's Concepts and understandings, humans have developed the ability to physically morph and change reality. We do this by achieving great levels of understanding of these things we call Concepts. Yet only those who wield both vast influence and profound understanding can bend perception itself, altering the very way people see the world. Empowered with these Concepts, guilds, corporations, and nations alike are all clawing for mass influence our the world. With all the factions' budding heads, effective manpower has become a hot commodity. Paying for the temporary loyalty, Freelancers take on these extra tasks while darker work is handled by Journalists. Stay toned and bear witness to the birth of the next World Editor.
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The Saint Likes Me, But I’m Screwed… [Rewrite]

One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren, a world filled with elemental magic and wonder. Yet, even with the supernatural, Alum remained aloof; whichever world—it didn’t matter. Monsters the form of man, beast, or abomination—it never changed. He knew he wasn’t always alone, but he never thought to have deserved such kindness. To those who gave him paint, now was the time to pay it back, especially in the vivid horrors of the new world—surviving the wilderness. Then, along the way, colors began to seep into the garden, blossoming greens, painting blues, and budding reds. His heart throbbed a funny way for the first time—he’d fallen in love with Amethely at first sight after arriving in the peaceful metropolis, Ilifel. Once, a girl, whom he did not know, revealed to be the Imperial Saint—Could I pursue this? He coolly contemplated, looking at the options. However, change could never be easy for someone like him. How long would it take for a newly rinsed blade to stain? — An elegant Saint with silver-gray hair and pink amethyst eyes was regarded as one of the most prominent light mages in the empire. A girl who was once always in the shadow of her sister, obsessed with research and the path of the sword, with a wish to carry on her late grandmother’s legacy—fell in love. He was a foreigner with soft golden eyes and jet-black hair—a somewhat clueless expression yet charming nonetheless. New to love, Amethely didn’t know what to do, but she knew she wanted to see him again. Thus, she hoped to run into him again, at the same place, at the same time.  This time, she wanted to know his name, and for him to know hers, so that one day, even if their love doesn’t blossom, that light would pierce into his ashen world. NOTE: This is rewritten from scratch so old chapters are gone, poff. But... since people sometimes ask me about it, here's the pdf for all of it, if you want the epub version just dm me or smt, dunno.  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pm4kOijs5-CXcCJdU8-wvgPERkLaPrVD/view?usp=sharing Schedule: 25th Monthly
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