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Treasures of Heaven and Earth

Why is it, that no matter how many world shattering heroes rise and fall, no matter how many times a realm is said to be depleted of resources, a hero rises again - burning all the resources they find as they go? Another inheritance is always found, another spirit herb, magical artefact... and no one asks why they never seem to run out... ...what keeps creating all these fortunate encounters? Why? And what happens if it stops? --- Warning, this book is a slow burner - rather than a fast paced DBZ style novel --- AUTHORS UPDATE: --- First 30 (one-sixth of) existing chapters have now been edited and reuploaded. Very little has been changed plot or event wise. It's been grammar, clarity, pacing/smoothness, period accuracy, and detail/sense layering. --- Apologies to my Readers My life has gone completely insane since 2019. I am prepared to start again, but I'm going to be slowly posting revised and clean chapters first, taking down old chapters as the new edits completely replace them. Unfortunately, Webnovel doesn't alert to updates to old content. I'm managing a couple of chapters a week worth of editing. By the way, if anyone thinks AI can do the work of writing for you, I say that it's an invaluable editing tool and soundingboard - but I find it still takes three to four hours of rewriting and discussing with the AI to update each chapter to a state I'm happy with. The payoff is that the AI keeping track of the novel events, characters, plots and threads as I go; trying to keep all that straight and losing focus is a big part of what blocked me last time, so hopefully, once I get to new content things will flow smoothly. --- This work was written and revised by the author with the assistance of a trained AI editor. All final choices, worldbuilding, and character voices were shaped by the author’s intent and hand.
WheeledWriter · 777.4k Views

The Weight of Not Losing Again

Five years ago, Adnan buried his three-year-old son. The loss shattered his marriage, silenced his home, and taught him one brutal truth: loving a child means risking unbearable pain. At forty-five, Adnan refuses to remarry or build another family — convinced that survival means never losing again. But when his father’s health begins to fail, one final request is made: don’t grow old alone. Adnan agrees to marriage under one condition — no children. Preferably, a woman who can never have them. Saba is forty. Educated. Independent. Quietly resilient. After six years of marriage marked by infertility and three miscarriages, she was divorced and returned to her parents’ home carrying grief no one could see. When her aging father worries about her future, she agrees to marry again — not out of hope, but out of resolve. Their union is arranged, practical, and deeply uncomfortable. Both come from modern, well-educated Pakistani families. Both have careers — Adnan runs his family’s real estate business; Saba works as a social worker at a girls’ high school. Both know loss intimately. And yet, neither is prepared to face it reflected back at them. Adnan keeps his distance, offering respect without warmth. Saba tries to make the marriage work without begging for affection. What follows is not a love story born from passion — but one shaped by silence, grief, and the difficult choice to stay present instead of hiding in the past. Some marriages begin with promises. Theirs begins with restraint.
arwa_alzaabi · 10k Views