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Twisted Ways of Heaven

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a philosophy student, the sixteen year old Anglo-Japanese Craig Ichinose had a humble yet principled personality. But his main goal was rather jejune : living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it would be standing out from the crowd. He hated to become the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true as a life-changing event uprooted him from his sweet life of normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Craig finds himself stuck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. "Please bury me respectfully," is what he ponders on the brink of death, but then, a saviour descends down from the skies who whisks him away to a different world. In this new world, Craig finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. He learns that the destruction of his world was not merely an apocalyptic event but a planned invasion by this race. This single event landed the first blow to the strong foundations of his morality. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee – a stain he will carry forever. In this new world, he tries to survive desperately as he tries to keep up with the moral codes, societal norms of the war-wrecked times. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? Between cruelty and kindness, between optimism and pessimism, between the sweet illusions and the harsh truths, What will Craig choose? Will he stick to his beliefs or will he give them all an egregious re-definition? Those will answered with the continuous march of time, revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.
Flavian_09 · 54.4k Views

Primordial Absolute

For decades, the world has lived under the shadow of "The Grandeur." What started as a global pandemic evolved into a divine lottery—a celestial disease that drags the chosen into the crushing depths of The Divine Lake. Those who survive the crossing return as Apostles, hosting fragments of gods and wielding powers that defy the laws of physics. Those who fail? They return as The Drowned—shattered husks who have lost their minds to the weight of the deep, becoming rampaging monsters that haunt the city’s shadows. Zylas is a nobody. At eighteen, he is just another mundane student living in the soot of an Apostle-led society, watching the elite "Sink" into tiers of legendary power while he struggles to pass his exams. He has no spark, no god, and no future beyond the corporate grind. Until the day he turns the wrong corner. Trapped in an alley with a Tier 2 Drowned, Zylas is dragged into a version of the Divine Lake that no textbook has ever described. There, he encounters an entity that makes the world's "Gods" look like flickering candles. He doesn't return with a spark. He returns with something cold, silent, and absolute. Now, Zylas is the anomaly in the system. While the world's greatest Hallows and Impures flaunt their auras, Zylas remains a "Zero"—a boy with no detectable power. But in the heat of combat, the truth emerges: he doesn't just fight his opponents. He reflects them. Every strike, every divine ability, and every legendary technique used against him is turned back on the user—perfected, inverted, and lethal. Recruited by the prestigious Meridian Academy under the watchful eye of a suspicious professor, Zylas must navigate a den of high-ranking predators. In a hierarchy built on the strength of one’s God, the boy with "nothing" is about to prove that a mirror is most dangerous when it has no reflection of its own.
Clay0961 · 875 Views

Star Chronicles:Embers of the Calamity

Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III
Greyfin · 6.4k Views

the battle logs of the formation master

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.
tengen1410 · 78.5k Views