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Shennong Dao Master

【Brand New Setting】【Fully Developed System】 When you awoke, you had become an official known as "Minister of Agriculture" in a fantasy game. "Dynasty's Prosperity" version: You diligently cultivated the "Seasonal Order," from "Harmonizing Winds and Rains" to "Summoning the Winds and Commanding the Rains," from "Bountiful Grain Harvests" to "All Things Flourish," commanding the seasons and quietly developing. You achieved minor successes, joined the army on expeditions, and controlled the "Four Books of Agriculture." You froze thousands of miles of great rivers to pave the way for the army. With "Miasma" you slew enemies, "Fog Shadow" obstructed tens of thousands of troops, establishing unparalleled military exploits and rising to the position of Director of Agriculture, secretly seizing the fate of the dynasty, all falling into your hands. "Spiritual Energy Resurgence" version: You nurtured "Mountain Spirits and Wild Creatures": Twin lotus make you invulnerable to both water and fire, the Seven Star Sword cools the light across Nineteen Provinces, Parasitic Species feeding on living beings, Void Species rooting in the void to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth... You established an inner scenic area, cultivated immortal species, with "Grand Taiyi Lotus" replicating en masse! "Ancient Tree of Life" immortal and indestructible! "A true seed falls into the Dantian, can nurture spiritual sprouts for ten thousand years, one day when the cultivation is complete, my life is governed by me, not by the heavens!" "Heart fire shines like the sun, kidney water is the source, spleen stores earth, lungs refine through metal, liver sustains with qi. Using the body as the foundation, nurture original species, foster all laws, achieving the status of Shennong Dao Master !"
Mighty Colonel · 783.1k Views

Infinite Descent

Reality is breaking, not with fire or plague, but with recursion. Across the continent, places begin to repeat themselves, time stutters in certain regions, and the world feels less like solid land and more like a pattern slowly coming undone. The only thing keeping civilisation intact are the Pattern Wells, ancient anchors that stabilise existence, but they are failing one by one. As fear spreads, kingdoms go to war to claim what remains before collapse becomes irreversible. Beyond the edges of the world lies the Recursive Realm, a place whispered about in scripture and feared in folklore, where everything folds back into itself endlessly. It is not a land of monsters, but a law of nature taken too far, a domain of infinite repetition where distance, shape, and even cause and effect lose meaning. As the Pattern Wells weaken, that realm begins to bleed into the human world, leaving behind distortions that cannot be explained by ordinary logic. In this world, power is carved into the flesh at birth through Fractal Marks, living patterns etched into the skin like sacred birthmarks. Mark-bearers can descend into deeper layers of their mark to awaken greater abilities, but the deeper they go, the more dangerous it becomes. Every use risks destabilising the body, the mind, and the world around them, as if infinity itself is staring back. With war rising and the boundary between worlds thinning, the age of stability is ending. What comes next won’t be decided by heroes or kings, but by those willing to descend into the infinite and return with something the world was never meant to hold.
RedPhoenix16 · 1.9k Views

FAR AWAY: BEYOND THE REEF

​For centuries, the scattered islands of Kiribati have been bound together not by the tools of man, but by the tides of fear. The ocean here gives life, but it also takes it away—silently and without warning. The locals speak of Te Anti—monstrosities from the deep that rise to claim the living. ​Sixteen-year-old Tawi carries the weight of this history in his bones. Sensitive and fiercely spirited, he struggles to find his footing in a world constantly on the edge of grief. To prepare for the unthinkable, Tawi trains in the Buubura Karekare—ancient, communal games designed to sharpen the body and spirit. He isn’t alone; he stands shoulder-to-shoulder with a brotherhood of young warriors: Taake, Bwene, Tabuto, and Kauro. ​But the ocean is changing. The disappearances are no longer random tragedies—they are strategic strikes. Realizing their enemy is executing a coordinated invasion, Tawi and his rivals must dissolve their petty differences. They have to master the brutality of the games not for glory, but for survival, before the rising tide swallows their people forever. DEBRIEF: THE DANCE AND 2DAY WATCH! ​The rhythm of Banaba has shifted. ​The title THE DANCE AND 2DAY WATCH is a deliberate pivot point. It represents the overlap of two realities: the golden memory of the feast and the cold, surgical arrival of a new threat. ​ This interval isn't just a pause, it is a simulation of the "held-breath" stillness the villagers are currently experiencing. Dread, much like fermented sap, requires time to reach its full potency. I am moving to a 3-chapter-per-week release schedule. ​In the meantime, stay on the "WATCH." The silence is part of the story.
Jeroime · 4.6k Views