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Bullets For Gods

[Genesis Nano-Forge System – Online.] [Host vital signs critical. Neural damage: 87%. Reconstruction protocol initiated.] That body belonged to a dead boy — executed by the very people who were supposed to protect him, killed over a handful of stolen pills and three spirit stones. Discarded. Forgotten. Written off as nothing more than a cautionary tale for other outer disciples who dared to step out of line. What crawled back up from the dirt was something the sect had never seen before. A soldier. A commander. A man who had fought real wars across the stars and watched entire fronts collapse under his decisions. A man with absolutely no patience for arrogant cultivators flying on swords and calling themselves gods. In a world where immortals soared above clouds and sects ruled through blood and inherited power, Chen Yu carried no qi, no lineage, no master's blessing. A dead soldier's mind. A military-grade system built for war. The cold patience to build something from nothing — one step, one weapon, one victory at a time. They threw him away like trash. Big mistake. Because in this world, the cultivators chased heaven. They trained their qi, sharpened their swords, and bowed their heads before those stronger than them — all in desperate pursuit of something they called divinity. Chen Yu had a very different opinion about what divinity deserved. He came here to win. And he intended to keep climbing until there was nothing left above him worth fighting.
Nymphaearoot · 5.4k Views

I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director (Creating Fate Movie In Nasuverse)

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Delizard · 1.3m Views