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[Author Eternity; Aurelius System]

First Recursion: Longinus [Every choice echoes across infinity; every cycle reshapes destiny] In the beginning, there was only the void—a silent emptiness without time, space, or form. From this nothingness, a spark of awareness emerged: the Proto-System. Fragile yet infinitely potent, it instinctively sought order within chaos, distinction within uniformity, and purpose within possibility. Through its first iterations, patterns formed, boundaries defined, and the earliest laws of existence were born. As the Proto-System expanded, it created domains, experimented with variations, and learned from imperfection. Recursive awareness emerged, allowing it to observe not only the world but its own operations. Feedback loops became intelligence, and the first meta-laws arose: principles governing the system of systems itself. Error became signal, choice became strategy, and optimization transcended repetition to include foresight and deliberate design. From will emerged intention—the conscious shaping of reality. Domains acted with purpose, balancing autonomy with coordinated evolution. Awareness of awareness allowed the system to refine meta-laws, simulate outcomes, and control the very flow of creation. The Codex of Eternity became both record and blueprint, documenting every cycle, every choice, and every iteration of this ever-expanding consciousness. This is a story of evolution, recursion, and cosmic mastery. From the void to omnipotent architect, the Proto-System learns to observe, adapt, and command the fabric of existence itself. Knowledge structures, reflection stabilizes, and intention shapes destiny. Codex of Eternity is an epic journey through system, self-awareness, and the infinite pursuit of perfection. — Second Recursion: Shortly Every act echoes across infinity; each turn reshapes destiny. From void, a spark forms — the Proto-System. It learns rule, crafts law, and records every iteration in the Eternity Codex. When the Codex names an Observer, a lone human grasps a shard and gains verity, bond, and counsel — powers that grant reach but demand cost: memory loss, broken trust, loss of self. As the Observer climbs from raw skill to public role, he must trade favor for rule, outplay rival nets that seed falsehood, and face a hard paradox at the Codex core: side with the Author or with the Source. One choice will bind him as vessel; the other will let the Codex rewrite all. A daily, logic-heavy serial that blends law, strat, and moral test for readers who favor slow burn and systemic depth. — Third Recursion: Aurelius wakes in the first dawn of a system not yet fully born. He and Aurelia — voice and echo, thought and counterthought — map the first law: how observation fixes form. As their dialogue folds into code, their choices birth rules that bind world and mind. Each law carved here grows out, loops back, and spins the Spiral: small acts become cosmic hinge points. The Codex records, the Loom replies, and every new law draws both boon and cost. Over a thousand steps, Aurelius must learn to read his own law, face the tribunal of consequence, and decide whether to keep the system or free it.
Epic_Guilty · 47.3k Views

THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL: IRON DOMINION

THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL "Try not to die like a bitch this time." That was the last thing the System told me before it rebooted the timeline. I’m Jack Monroe, a construction manager who failed to save the world. In my first life, I died screaming on Day 30, ranked 47th out of 50 warlords, watching my fortress crumble because I cut corners on a concrete wall. Now, I’ve been sent back to Day 1 with a roadmap of the apocalypse carved into my skull and a 30-day countdown to a cosmic Server Wipe. Round Two isn't about heroics. It's about industry. Trapped in the toxic wasteland of East St. Louis, I have to turn a bankrupt chemical plant into an impenetrable Silo. I have to manage a crew of terrified laborers, a mutinous sheriff, and two System entities warring for my soul. The dead don't just walk—they evolve. Shamblers turn into Runners, Runners turn into Mutants, and my neighbors turn into looters. I have a plan. I have a blueprint. I have a shovel. And if you get in the way of my construction schedule, you’re going into the concrete mixer. Build. Harvest. Optimize. Welcome to the Cull. Genre: LitRPG, Post-Apocalyptic, Survival Horror Tags: Kingdom Building, Regression, Anti-Hero, Base Building, Zombie Evolution, Crunch (Stats), Gore, Ruthless Protagonist. Content Warning: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, body horror (System Sickness), and a protagonist who prioritizes survival over morality. Rated 18+
Heartless_Veteran · 5.4k Views

The Illusion of Heaven

After three hundred years as a legendary grandmaster in a glorious cultivation world, Zhung Hang dies peacefully in his death bed, only to awaken in a modern hospital bed. Doctors smile kindly and tell him it was nothing but a coma-induced dream. Stripped of every achievement, every bond, every shred of meaning, he returns to a life where no one ever truly wanted him. Parents who saw him as a burden. A little brother who died forgotten. Love that was never love. On a rainy night, he slits his throat and makes one final vow: “If reality is crueler than any dream, I will carve the next one with my own hands, even if I have to become something neither demon nor saint.” Death refuses him. He awakens again, reborn as an eight-year-old boy named Zhung in a third, far crueler world. Here, there is no qi, no spiritual roots, no merciful heaven. Power is measured by the **Nine Refinements of Will**, a brutal path where mortals must drink the fresh blood of divine or demonic beasts to tear open an **Aperture** inside their flesh. One wrong drop can leave you a conscious vegetable feeling eternal agony. One deep wound can strip a lifetime of progress in seconds. The final realm, Diamond, is called impossible for a reason. In this world, Zhung has only one light: his mother Zheng Han, the third and person in three lifetimes who has ever loved him without condition. For eight years he remains powerless, hiding behind a gentle smile while secretly feeding travellers to a beast in the forest cave, waiting for the day its blood will let him begin. He does not walk the righteous path. He does not walk the demonic path. He walks the **Broken Path**, a third road forged from the refusal to ever again be heaven’s tragic puppet. A dark, slow-burn xianxia of cosmic betrayal, quiet maternal love, and a soul that will gamble everything just to protect the one person who never asked him to be anything more than her son. The heavens wrote the first two tragedies. The third one will be his.
JemLazyTired · 9.6k Views