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Vast Possibility in Time — Part Two: The Descent After the cosmic trio — Possibility, Time, and Washt — descend through Milan’s imagination and enter his world, they awaken not in the familiar Earth, but within a breathtaking and perilous fantasy realm born from Milan’s mind. The descent through the PC screen marks the beginning of a new existence where gods, dragons, demons, and elves shape destiny itself. Milan, now reborn with fragments of his past memory, awakens as a half-dragon, half-demon hybrid in a world blazing with mana storms and ancient forces. His cursed heart binds him between two bloodlines — demon and dragon — both powerful and destructive. Accompanied by the loyal lesser dragon Crimson and guided by a mysterious system born from his own authority, Milan begins his journey to survive and uncover the meaning of his existence. Rescued by a kind, unnamed half-elf, half-demon woman, Milan finds temporary peace in her care — a fleeting glimpse of motherly love he longed for even on Earth. Through her, he learns about the world’s structure, its divine trees, and the fading balance between races. When Milan names her “Mother”, a sacred bond forms, altering fate itself. But peace does not last. The merging of continents begins — a cataclysm caused by the Dragon King, who defies the world’s laws. Milan’s cursed heart becomes unstable, forcing him to flee with his mother and Crimson through a collapsing ravine toward the demon capital, Ragna, home of the Holy Demon Tree. There, Milan discovers the suffering of the demon people, the corruption of their leaders, and the truth about his father’s madness. Dragged into the Holy Tree’s roots, Milan is transported to the Frozen Continent, where his curse weakens and his dragon form finally awakens — a magnificent black-and-crimson being shimmering with the cosmos itself. Encountering the Frost Monarch, Emilia, and her daughter Chronoa, Milan learns the truth of his curse, the nature of naming, and the eternal war of power between dragons and gods. Now standing between creation and chaos, Milan must decide whether to embrace his lineage or surpass it — to become something beyond gods, beyond dragons, and beyond time itself.
freezn_is_mines · 3.9k Views

If I had all the time in the world

To readers who wait too long to grow up and become writers To writers who grow too fast and forget they were once readers Sayaka has broken her back and arms to keep this job. She's hungry? So what? There's a downpour? So what? She's feeling faint and dizzy? So what? "News report, we haven't seen this much snow and wind in over three decades. You could be fined for venturing during this snowstorm." OH! So what?! No matter what happens, not even those buses that drive off pretending not to see you, not even the pervy dude in the train, not even GOD would stop Sayaka from calling in sick. Not when she finally got into her dream company. Sayaka, thirty-one year old overachiever virgin has worked her entire life just to squeeze herself into the rigid expectations of her dream company. Fufu~ What a proud job to have! Ah- that's what she said 8 years ago after she moved to China from Japan. On her first day at the job, turns out the fancy building was swarming with scummy douchebags. This whole thing was a scam! With little time to herself, Sayaka doesn't even have the energy to spend her money or go out dating. Even the xenophobia was ruining her social life, not that she had one outside of work. "If only I could get a day off" Sayaka softly mumbled. "No, no. Only half a day" She said with a gentle shake of her head "No, an hour" A hot tear slid down her cheek. God- gone were the days of her childhood. What happens when Sayaka is transported to live in a new world and she has the body of an elf. Those creatures that lived up to thousands of years. "Eh, but I just wanted to be over with life" Sayaka said indignantly. "Meow. You have a new shot at life. Nyahh~" The entity giggled like an eight year old boy. "Meow? You're not even a fucking cat! DON'T BULLSHIT ME" Sayaka bellowed in anger. She could barely survive 30 years. The simple thought of waking up in the morning made her stomach churn. "When life gives you lemons-" The entity started, "Colour them brown and sell them as testicles" Instant profit, Sayaka thought with a smug smirk. "Shit- It seems like I forgot to wear my glasses today" The entity clamped around its groin and mourned as it was utterly disgusted by her greed and apathy.
Caramelbunny · 2.7k Views

The Last Oracle's Ember Crown

The black forges beneath Mount Ashen rang with hellish clamor as the Usurper Mordren forged the Ember Crown. Wrought from star-fallen iron and the screaming souls of a hundred slain kings, the relic burned with unnatural fire. Whosoever wore it could command the arcane arts of every realm: silence the ancient songs of the high elves, turn the hammers and axes of the mountain clans against their sworn lords, bend the tempests to his fury, and bind the very blood of men to his merciless will. The free houses of men, elves, dwarves, and halflings set aside their ancient grudges and rose as one in rebellion. At the bloody Battle of the Nine Keeps, amid rivers of steel and sorcery, the Crown was torn from Mordren’s brow. It was carried in triumph to the Arcane Citadel, sealed in the deepest vault, and guarded by the Grand Maester and wards woven in ages long forgotten. Yet Mordren did not die. Neither body nor spirit perished that day. He fled into the deepest shadows, his hatred a living flame, whispering promises of fire and vengeance upon the winds that carried his voice across the realm. Thus spoke the last Oracle of Eldergrove with her dying breath: “When the Ember Crown calls to a boy of no great house, the Company shall be sworn. One bearer, three bloodlines, four true hearts. They shall tread the long and bitter road of flame… or all sorcery, all kingdoms, and all hope shall fall into everlasting night.” Fourteen harsh winters passed.
AS_Riyadh · 1.6k Views