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Chronicles of The Careless Immortal

Synopsis: Chronicles of the Careless Immortal When the world wept and the skies mourned in thunder, he laughed. Not from joy — but because he was born that way. They called him the careless immortal, a man who walked barefoot through the ashes of fallen temples, wine gourd always in hand, laughter echoing between heaven and earth. Once, he was a name whispered with reverence across the Celestial Realms — the Immortal of Clarity, blessed by starlight, adorned with the Emperor’s favor. Now, he was but a shadow of his former self, wandering beneath mortal skies, half-remembered in myth and half-feared in prayer. Born from a mortal family trained by the immortals, his destiny had always stood between heaven and earth — too wise for the mortal dust, too wild for the celestial halls. His laughter could stir the wind, his sigh could move mountains. Yet, beneath the drunken eyes and careless grin lay a sorrow that even the heavens could not heal. He was cast down — stripped of title, stripped of light — for a single unforgivable sin: Contact with the Dark Realm. For that, the Heavenly Emperor decreed punishment beyond redemption. He was bound to face the Heavenly Tribulation, where lightning carved judgment into his bones, and the heavens themselves mocked his fall. But he survived. And from that day forth, he became the immortal who would not die, the fool who defied heaven’s will — a wanderer among mortals, laughing in the face of gods. --- A hundred thousand years ago, the heavens split apart. The war between good and evil broke loose like a storm across the cosmos. Yet as the flames rose, few could say what “good” truly meant — or where “evil” began. Even celestials hesitated, torn between duty and conscience, law and truth. The Heavenly Emperor, cold and distant, sent his immortals to the mortal world — to observe, to judge, to report what was just and what was corrupt. But when the Drunk Master ; Master of the Jade Cloud Pavilion: the Jade Radiance Monarch, returned from his journey, he brought more than words. He brought questions. He brought truth. And truth, to the heavens, was the greatest sin of all. For when he spoke — when he dared to call the heavens blind — the stars trembled, and the Emperor’s decree echoed across the realms. What followed was not a war between Heaven and the Demon Realm, but a far more dangerous conflict: A war between Celestial and Law. The Jade Radiance Monarch stood alone on the boundary of chaos, wine gourd swaying at his waist, his laughter rising through the ruins of heaven. Behind his mockery lay a vow that even the heavens feared — that one day, he would return not as a servant of heaven, but as the one who would judge it. And thus began the Chronicles of the Careless Immortal — the tale of a fallen god, a broken world, and a laughter that defied eternity. ___ Please! I know it might be a little clinche, but please give it a try. thanks for stopping by.
SelmaQing · 79.8k Views

Accursed Awakening

In the year 2005 on a randomly regular weekday, the normalcy of the world took a suicidal nosedive and died. Without any warning, any foreshadowing or even a slight hint of the consequences to come, every one in the world awakened. Some were blessed with the power of flames, wantonly setting buildings and people alight to satisfy their desires. Others were blessed with sound, deafening the surroundings with loud sounds or lack thereof. That day, 12 different kinds of abilities manifested themselves in every living human being without regard for their age, gender or even societal status, and as expected, chaos became the new order. Human beings fought among themselves, seeing each other as enemies due to the absence of a common one. Eventually the heavens answered their silent plea. ****** In a dark alley of a major city, a woman with a weak plant affinity was being chased by two men with wide grins on their faces, their eyes betraying the fate that awaited her. She had long given up on hope, aware of the current situation of the world she knew that she could only depend on herself to remain safe. Willing the energy in her body to respond, she called upon the hidden weeds and tough patches of grass that refused to die no matter how much civilisation and modernisation progressed. With slight awe, she watched as the grew bigger, dividing the alley into two and blocking her pursuers' vision of her. Or at least that was the plan until one of them, a fire user burned the weeds to ashes in under 10 seconds by the touch of his palm. The other guy, noticeably bigger opened his trench coat where different items, all metallic in nature, flew out of and plastered the woman on one of the moss covered walls, not that hygiene was anyone's primary concern at the moment. Seeing the lecherous look on their faces, the woman was filled with even more despair and resentment than before, to the point that her negative emotions were given form unbeknownst to any of them. All the three saw was a swirl of dark purple energy beside them as a figure stepped out of it a moment later. A creature capable of being termed as nightmare fuel, with it's woodpecker beak, leopard body and four housefly wings on it's back. Without giving anyone the chance to admire it any longer, it lunged at one of them, it's weight and claws rendering the man as easy prey. The other man, the fire user let loose a stream of flame in hopes of killing it, only to find it diving towards him from the air. In the end it was left with the beast and the woman, but after a brief acknowledgement from its 6 purple eyes it flew off, leaving the woman stuck on the wall to question her luck and her life. That day humanity realised through the sacrifice of two men that there was another world out there filled with powerful creatures capable of ending humanity as a whole. As for those capable of opening a connection to such a world? They received the brunt of humanity's attention in the form of persecution.
GIF_Collector · 1.7k Views

THE VILLAIN'S POV

"When you think everything is going well, the world will flip you the middle finger." __ A successful author. After living an ideal life ... a loving family, amazing friends, a stable job, and a bestselling novel that made his name known across the world .. he suddenly finds himself reincarnated inside his own story, written by his very hands. And worst of all... inside the body of the weakest villain ... Frey. A third-rate villain doomed to die in the earliest chapters. A worthless scumbag with trash talent ... hated by every other character in the story, with no redemption in sight. But he refuses that fate. He rejects the entire world. This author doesn't need the cliché of a second chance — he already lived the life he always wanted. "Spare me the second chance nonsense. One chance was enough. I’m the one who created this world… and I’ll be the one to destroy it if I have to. I will return — to my world… my family… my life. No matter the cost." Driven by a burning desire to return home, Frey begins his journey through a merciless world, one where his fate has already been written by godlike beings. And as if the world hadn’t played enough cruel tricks on him, it granted him a strange system .. one that toyed with him endlessly. Complete knowledge of every event in the novel, and the ability to create any talent or power he wished. They seemed like overwhelming gifts... but were they truly? how far can he go… and what will become of the world he once created? ... ... discord: https://discord.gg/uNrXRgS3Xb
Touch_me2 · 3.9m Views

XYLARIS: The Rebirth legend of the Ambassador of Shadow.

In a world where power is granted through potions, spells, dungeons, and awakening, the fallen are never meant to rise. Xavier Xylaris was the last heir of a disgraced branch of a noble house—hunted, broken, and left with nothing but ghosts. When even his final refuge is torn from him, he chooses Suicide over despair. But death is not the end. Liam Parker was born into suffering—poverty, cruelty, and a world that never gave him a chance. When he too embraces death, Transmigrates into the body of the now deceased Xavier, inheriting his life and memories… in an alternate Victorian era world. A world of Fantasy, alchemy, machinery, cults, and Spells. Where he becomes a Knight that fights Demons. In a world teeming with monstrous threats… A Danger far worse lurks beyond them. ******* No one has seen his face in full, no one has heard his name complete. He walks where light refuses to go and darkness follows at his feet. His army has no voice, no face, no sound to mark their place, only shadows shaped like wolves, hunger and eyes that glow in burning space. Three names they give him, three names he carries like a blade. Ambassador of shadow for the army that he made. Prince of mysteries for the secrets no one's found. The man from the fog for the mist that follows him around. But beneath the fog, beneath the wolves, beneath the titles and the night, there is a man who blames himself for every soul that left his sight. That is the mystery beneath the mystery, the secret none have said. Not what he commands in darkness, but the war he fights inside his head.
watchmansparrow · 15.4k Views