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A God of hope.

Heath Dollen was a man in his 40s who lived in a suburban complex in Lund, Sweden. He was lonely and spent most of his days tending to himself after an accident that had left him scarred for life. Heath had travelled throughout Europe and Asia, painting and writing avidly about his experiences. When he is not in his apartment, he does his best to give warmth to others around him, helping people around his neighbourhood, aiding in light labour, cleaning the environment, and donating much of his money to people he verified that required it. Heath saw the downtrodden teen Elias drop his phone on accident from the other side of the street. To help, he thought of buying a new phone for this young man. He introduced himself and after gaining their trust, Heath and Elias became good friends and Heath was even nicknamed 'uncle.' There, he was introduced to many games, specifically sandbox games. Heath heard of Games like Minecraft and Roblox, but after being introduced to 7 Days to Die, Cities: Skylines, Dwarf Fortress, Enshrouded, Going Medieval, Valheim, Project Zomboid, Rimworld, Vintage Story and more. Heath became an avid gamer while also gaining strength by replacing some of his joints with prosthetics and managing his exercises and diet. It was slow progress, but his life became more fulfilling than ever. Now he had a family to look forward to! But at one point, while Elias was helping with Heath's troubles, he spotted a man who appeared lost, walking across the street in traffic, yet was somehow never hit. Heath said aloud that they should be careful there and asked if they needed assistance. The man, that 'thing,' turned to him. Now walking towards Heath robotically, yet avoiding the vehicles like a phantom, they soon came upon him. Once close enough, its features were noticed: A beautiful, yet uncannily androgynous face, eyes that appeared too clear and glassy, and skin that was too perfect with no features of wrinkles or pores and no hair throughout. A voice that sounded harmonic with the world spoke, yet their mouth never moved. "Perfect." A melodic sound, one expected for a tenor, it captivated Heath but simultaneously scared those around him, then. . . Suddenly, Heath blacked out. Hearing the cry of Elias for him. He left this world.
Jaedyn_Jasmara · 221.1k Views

The Sovereign Archive: Master of All Realms

There were black clouds raging through the sky, but this wasn't some "Heavenly Tribulation"—it was just a regular storm hitting the crumbling walls of the Heavensward Institute. There was a time when this Academy was the pride of the entire "Great Origin Universe," but today, there was only smoke and silence. Inside the library, a 20-year-old young man sat on an old wooden chair. His face was calm, but there was a depth in his eyes that no one could understand. His name was Gaurav. To the world, he was the last librarian of this "Fallen Academy"—a man with no cultivation level and no future. "Gaurav! How many times have I told you to look into my eyes when I am talking!" A sharp and angry voice echoed through the library. Gaurav slowly raised his head. Before him stood a stunningly beautiful woman. She wore a massive red gown that shone like a cloak of fire. Her face was red with anger, but her beauty was such that even the greatest kings fell to their knees before her. She was Queen Zhu Feng, known to the world as The Matriarch of the Divine Flame. She was Gaurav's wife, and at this time, she was becoming "Dominant" over him as always. "Sorry, Zhu Feng. I was just dusting off the book," Gaurav said with a smile, though he was a little nervous. "Were you cleaning up dust? The Imperial Prince has come to destroy your academy, and you're here playing with old books? If you don't do something today, I'll burn that prince alive myself!" Zhu Feng came close to him, grabbed his ear (ear-pull) and pulled it hard. > "Ah! It feels... okay, I'll go!" Gaurav pretended to be in pain, but deep down he knew that Zhu Feng's anger was actually due to his concern and love for him. But as Gaurav reached the library door, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind: [DING!] [Scanning Soul Signature... Bind Complete!] [Welcome, Master Gaurav, to the Sovereign Archive.] Gaurav's steps stopped. A golden interface, visible only to him, opened up in the air before him. [Current Cultivation: Level 0 (Trash Level)] [Initialization Gift Issued: 10 God-Binding Leaves.] [Special Feature Unlocked: All-Path Scanning (Flaw Detection).] "What is this?" Gaurav asked in surprise. Zhu Feng looked at him strangely. "What happened? What is this?" Gaurav asked in surprise. : : Zhu Feng looked at him strangely. "What is it? Have you gone mad?" At that very moment, a terrifying explosion erupted from the Academy gate. An arrogant young man, clad in golden armor and at the peak of Level 3 (Qi Transformation), burst in. He was the Third Prince of the Imperial Empire. "Gaurav! Empty this broken piece of junk! From today on, this place will be my new 'Horse Stable'!" Prince shouted, laughing. Behind him were his bodyguards and some teachers, who were making fun of Gaurav. Gaurav took a deep breath. He clenched his fists and felt those 10 golden leaves (God-Binding Leaves) floating in the air. He looked at Prince, and the system immediately scanned:
Gaurav_Vishwakarma_3511 · 348 Views

The Sovereign Of Black Light

On Earth-10, a world ten times larger than our own, survival is no longer guaranteed. Monsters pour from portals known as Dungeons, each one a domain of gods, horrors, and impossible power. Humanity’s only hope lies in the Awakened — chosen individuals who gain blessings and classes from the divine. Warriors, Mages, Priests, Assassins… all destined to grow, evolve, and one day become legends. But Ashura Bellet was not chosen. While his peers gained power and glory, Ashura was left with nothing — no blessing, no class, no future. Mocked by healers, nearly killed by a slime, burdened with his mother’s illness and the weight of supporting his younger sister, he lived as a mercenary scraping coin and bleeding in every raid. Weak, timid, and hesitant… until the day everything changed. A raid gone wrong. A dungeon no one had ever seen before. A place where purple lightning fell endlessly from the heavens, erasing even the strongest Awakened in an instant. Ashura should have died with the rest. Instead, the lightning struck him again and again — burning his body, breaking his mind — until it carved something new into his very soul. He awakened not to a blessing, but to something outside the system. An Unknown Class, forged by the storm itself. When Ashura emerged from the dungeon, he was no longer the timid mercenary everyone mocked. His hair turned white, his eyes burned with arrogance, and his body radiated the storm’s power. With a black blade in one hand and purple lightning crackling in the other, he had only one rule now: “I don’t underestimate. I don’t forgive. And I don’t stop.” Enemies see him as a monster. Allies see him as a madman who poses with no one watching, flexing his aura as though mocking the world itself. But behind the arrogance lies a ruthless killer, a cunning survivor, and a power that should never have existed. Because Ashura’s lightning isn’t from any god. It belongs to something older. Something forgotten. Something that wants him to burn the world.
TajayReid · 112.3k Views