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Jinn BLADE

Do you feel it? The warmth within, blazing like an inferno… yet subtle in its right. So bright and powerful yet gentle in its nature. The eidra of heroes. The eidra of warriors. The eidra of the vanquishers of darkness. The eidra of hope. Primedial, Precursor, The most powerful… Unparalleled. Muradryn. Darkness enveloped the void for so long, festering, creeping, and corrupting, like a blight of intoxicating poison. The lords of Kaos will never stop until everything will be theirs, until everything is corrupted by their blight. Broken and fragmented by the very hands of Kaos, Muradryn shall rise once more… not as multiple warriors like before… but converged into one individual. One individual that will unite all of the fragments of Muradryn and to be claimed as the Warrior of Muradryn, the one to be unparalleled. Or so the old prophecy says. …Thousands and thousands of years, empires scoured through the galaxies finding the fragments of such a powerful eidra. Some were successful, yet Muradryn chooses its rightful owner—rejecting anyone who forcefully wields it. Some tried to replicate it, creating their own version of Muradryn… Prime Eidra, a closer version to Muradryn that is able to effectively eliminate the beasts of Kaos. Yet even such powers were not able to make a dent to the lords of Kaos, no, nothing other than Muradryn will be able to defeat them. For so long, the vast majority of the void had been consumed and controlled by the lords of Kaos, some enslaved while some were forced to be cattle, fulfilling whatever dark desires the lords wanted. For so long had the void suffered, for so long have they been wrapped in darkness, for so long had Muradryn been gone… Until one faithful day across time, Engkaren, a fragment of Muradryn, tore reality itself… to inject his very essence within a child to be born in the future before he was slain by a lord of Kaos… effectively saving Muradryn itself… and ultimately choosing the very hero that will vanquish darkness. Through this child, darkness shall fall. Through this child, Muradryn will rise once more. Through his blade, will he carve through Kaos. Blademaster, Guildmaster, Hero, Scion, Orphan, Slave, Soldier… The Warrior of Muradryn. He had many names. His friends called him “Jinn” While his enemies called him “The Blade” He is the warrior of muradryn, the hero of hope, and the enemy of Kaos. Jinn Blade is his name.
Cronus_T1mE · 134.7k Views

Red Dragon Spaceship Awakening: I Gain Alien Abilities on Mars

"The stronger the weapon you awaken, the greater your chance of survival.” That’s the law on Mars, humanity’s last refuge after Earth fell. After the mysterious death of the Red Space Dragon, the most powerful of its kind, the surviving dragons tore through Earth in a brutal war, each hunting the lost source of its power. Half the planet was scorched in their wake… and in the chaos, Gavin died. Crushed under rubble. His girlfriend was slaughtered. His dog too. Both gone. But death wasn’t the end. He awakens on mars - into the future, years later, in a new body. Stronger. Sharper. Not entirely human and with the new name; Tatehan. Mars, now colonized by desperate human survivors, is a harsh, dystopian, dangerous world ravaged by wild Martian beasts and alien threats. And here, power is everything. Survival depends on awakening ancient weapons — divine swords, elemental guns... But Tatehan awakens something else entirely, the lost spaceship of the Red Space Dragon. A sentient vessel. Alien. Unimaginably powerful. The ship grants him access to a mysterious system that unlocks alien powers, not all at once, but only through extraordinary feats. [You have awakened your first ability: Gravity Manipulation — Level One] Armed with this force, Tatehan will battle monsters, rival factions, and godlike threats. He will journey to Venus, Pluto, and Saturn’s moons. And from the ashes of Gavin’s past, he will rise, now as Tatehan, not just to survive, but to become a legend feared across the galaxy.
ImVengeance · 96.4k Views

Dear the Chosen | DTC

Prologue This work is a Thai novel. It has been translated into English with the aid of an artificial intelligence. The voice you hear is only a shadow of the original, but shadows may reveal what light cannot. Introduction This story is a meditation on ruin and philosophy. The further it goes, the less it belongs to the ground of men. Its form is fractured, its truths concealed. The first four chapters lie elsewhere, beyond this place. They are only a threshold. What begins here is the descent itself. A drama of grief and cruelty, of blood and silence. The tale grows darker as it unfolds, and the warning is plain: within these pages are things meant to wound. Systems hidden in the world, mysteries that coil and divide, paradoxes that gnaw against every philosophy. Read at your own peril. Yet know this—if you go on, you will not forget. Synopsis He was a man once. Ordinary, with a family. He held a small happiness, the kind that the world itself cannot abide. For the world hated him. The world sought his ruin. So it came to pass that he lost all things. No grief was deeper, no despair more complete. He became a husk in the shape of a man, staggering through the wreckage. Nothing left to guard. Nothing to keep. He tore at himself, he tore at others. He hunted vengeance like a starving dog hunts blood. He sank into wickedness because there was nowhere else to go. And in the end there was only the carcass of a beast, falling down into blackness. He found himself in another country, a place without mercy. A land of nightmare so absolute it mocked the very idea of waking. There he was changed. No one could name what he had become. Not man. Not beast. Something that stands above both. None could curse him. None could deny him. Demons shrieked when he passed. Gods trembled. The races of that world went into hiding. Even the void itself could not bind him. He would be more than flesh, more than soul. He would be a thing that rose beyond heaven and annihilation alike. He would stand beyond Nirvana, where language breaks and all meaning rots. And there, in that place, he would endure alone. Thank you for choosing to read it.
tegksokm · 8.9k Views