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Gospel of The Bleeding Moon

In a world where the sun has long since perished beneath an eternal cobalt night, every human is born with Lunar Ichor, a living essence etched with a unique Lunar Sigil, a sacred symbol engraved into the soul itself. Yet Lunar Ichor alone grants no true divinity. Only when it resonates with Divine Ichor through the sacred rite of Baptism does the sigil awaken, forging an Astral Card, the vessel of one’s ascension and power. But the heavens are broken. The Moons, fragments of Divine Ichor left behind by gods waging endless war, hang shattered above the world, bleeding their power into mankind while spreading corruption through the night. From these celestial wounds came the Howlings, monstrous echoes of divine ruin, and the prophecy of another Cataclysm, a calamity said to descend when the Moon Goddess Noxella awakens once more. Amid this dying world lives Clyde Nox Pvolae, a boy who never sought power, never desired ascension, and never wished to stand among gods. Yet when he discovers a forbidden book buried beneath ancient truths, his Lunar Ichor mutates into Hollow Star, an impossible anomaly that defies the sacred laws binding humanity to the heavens. As the coming Cataclysm draws near and the descent of Noxella threatens to plunge the world into ruin, Clyde becomes entangled in a fate older than the gods themselves. If the heavens once fell because of mankind’s arrogance, then what will happen when one human gains the power to defy the gods? Will history repeat itself? This story is officially published on Royal Road by Cyan_Yabby. Available on Patreon for early access to chapters and exclusive content: https://patreon.com/Cyan_Yabby?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
Cyan_Yabby · 74.8k Views

House Of Puppets

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone — and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the identity he had spent years building inside a game that no longer contained him. The world that received him has existed through dozens of eras. Civilizations rose and collapsed long before humanity had a word for either. What walks its roads now — human and elf and dragon and beast-kind and peoples whose names don't translate — are the living residue of everything that already happened here. The gods who shaped the early eras did not all survive them. The world doesn't advertise how much of it is arrangement of ruins. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. Beneath the gas lamps and the elevated rails, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough weight act as though permission doesn't apply to them. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. There is no king. There are only consequences. The Church of the Solar God holds it together, which is not a metaphor. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. Nine others arrived the way Gepetto arrived — carrying what they built inside the game, now operating in a world where what they touch does not reset. They are not heroes. They are ten people who understood a system well enough to reach its limits, placed inside a reality where the limits are elsewhere and the other Players have their own intentions. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force or faith or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. The story that begins with one man in one city does not stay there. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. AUTHOR'S NOTE: House of Puppets is not a power fantasy. It's slow by design — the kind that accumulates, not the kind that stalls. The story starts small and expands aggressively. The pacing shifts across volumes. It will surprise you in directions you didn't see coming. Tonal influences: Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, the Soulsborne tradition, Dostoevsky. Not references — register. I'm a reader who started this by studying what great work does and trying to do that. The story is strange and volatile partly because of that, and I think that's also why some of it works. The ambition is real. The reading will tell you if it got there.
MisterElegance · 138.6k Views

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 · 922.4k Views