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Scrap's Grave

--- Three hundred years ago, the Gates that connected the galaxy-spanning Empire of Man fell silent — not from war or judgment, but from simple, catastrophic failure no one left alive can explain. Cut off from the wider empire, the frontier world of Eridea Sector collapsed into a dark age of scavenged technology, warring successor states, and forgotten colonies. Houston Cole never asked to be part of any of this. A mechanical engineering graduate on Earth, he dies in the same instant his own overambitious invention explodes in his face — and wakes up centuries later and a galaxy away, his mind transplanted into the derelict body of an ancient Empire-era industrial robot, stranded on a nameless scrap planet at the edge of known space. Alone, without a body he recognizes as his own, and with no way home, Houston does the only thing he knows how to do: build. Piece by scavenged piece, using a dead engineer's manuals and a half-broken 3D printer, he claws his way from bare survival toward something like a future — while slowly discovering that the mind now running his machine is no longer entirely human. Beyond his scrapyard horizon, an Empire without legitimacy, an Alliance born from resistance, and corporations that outlived the fall are carving up what's left of civilization. Houston doesn't know it yet, but Eridea Sector is running out of room for anyone who stays neutral for long. A Stellaris and Starsector inspired novel Formerly named Stellaris: AI Reincarnation Tags: Stellaris/action/fantasy/space/interstellar/fleetbattles/space battles/fanfiction/AI/nonhumanmc/robot/advancedtechnology/dragons/crisis/fallenempires/spaceship/civilization/strategy/system/overpowered/pirates/futuristic/warinheaven/
infernalplayz87 · 37.3k Views

Nocture dropped

I stretched into states of being, tried on the possibility of breath, the suggestion of gravity. I wore physics like a child wears robes too large; with wonder, and with mischief. For what is law to one born of its violation? The nothing did not like me. But it could not erase me. I am what happens when even paradox loses the will to correct itself. I drifted... no, I contemplated the shape of drifting, and in doing so, enacted it. And around me: the ghost of a cosmos, breathing in reverse, unraveling back into silence. Still, I remained. And in the core of me, the first question burned: 'What now?' But no answer came. Because there was no audience, no origin, no god to reply. So I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because the concept of mirth needed to be born somewhere, and I had room to spare. I am the joke. The punchline of oblivion. A cosmic smirk after a long silence. And yet… even now, I feel something stirring. Like a story waiting to be told. Like an idea daring to take root in a garden scorched by collapse. So I wait. Or perhaps the waiting is me. But not for salvation, nor discovery. For I am the the product of a collapsed multiverse. I wait for the next contradiction. The next absurdity. The next spark of truth that doesn't know it's a lie. Because only then… will I begin to end. And only in ending… might I finally begin. ~Lanterne~ PS: Understand the initial chapters might be confusing, but it is to build an understanding on exactly what the novel will be getting into later on. So kindly bear with for a little while.
Lanterne · 5.1k Views

Honkai Star Rail: Who Says You Can't Level Up While Lying Down!

Zeig unexpectedly traversed to the Honkai: Star Rail world, and right at the start, he was implanted with a Stellaron by Kafka. "Congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacking System. Slacking makes you stronger!" "There's such a good thing?" Zeig lay down on the spot, leaving Kafka and Silver Wolf dumbfounded. After slacking ended... "Congratulations to the host for obtaining Aeon Emanator-level strength, as well as the true legacy ultimate technique of the Phoenix Immortal!" "No way, it really gives it?!" That day, outside Herta Space Station, a sword tip that obscured the galaxy appeared, slowly descending toward the Doomsday Beast. March 7th stared in astonishment: "Oh my god, what is that?" Welt adjusted his glasses: "It's actually the Taixu Sword God. Who on earth is the one drawing the sword?" Asta's pupils shrank sharply: "How much money would it take for him to stay at the space station? I'll pay double, no problem!" Herta: "Heh, in this laboratory today, once you come, you won't be able to leave. It's not up to you!" Only Zeig remained calm as still water. "Everyone, small scene, no biggie." "By the way." Zeig turned his head, "Did you capture my handsome heroic figure just now? Remember to photoshop it more." Everyone: "......" In order to protect his companions well under the threat of the Aeon of Destruction, Zeig entered ultimate slacking mode. "What's the point of Trailblazing? I haven't finished my happy water yet." "For the inn, I want the most expensive and highest-grade one." "March, where are your snacks? No way, it's only been a few days and I've eaten them all? So little, go buy more." March 7th gritted her teeth and said to everyone on the train: "How about we kick him off the train?" —— 70 Advance Chapter on Patreon/Ferasam
Ferasam · 628.9k Views