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Pokémon: This Is How Legends Are Made

There are some things that everyone knows. Team Rocket is evil beyond belief, and their boss Giovanni is even worse. The man have ordered his team to make use of the fragment of Mew's DNA they have found in the dense jungle. With that Team Rocket get into possesion of a living weapon. Most powerful Pokemon in the entire world. Mewtwo. What no one knows is the fact that Mewtwo wasn't mindless. It learns. Grows. Adapts. And finally realizes there's some ability its creator won't let it have. Form changing. Thanks to that Mewtwo finally breaks out of the laboratory and manages to escape. Which would be a great news but something must have gone wrong. Giovanni spot its while changing forms. And most importantly the man's corpse weren't found. It means there's only one way Metwo could ensure its own safety - by getting rid off Giovanni once for all. So here comes the main problem. How to do that? It's hard (to say the least) to even track a man who ruled the most powerful organisation in the underworld. Not to mention he most likely has a contacts all around the 'upper' world. And that's why Mewtwo came up with ridiculous plan. To gather every legendary from five regions most close to Kanto and unite them against Giovanni. Is it stupid? Yeah, surely. But the alternative is returning to Team Rocket and letting Giovanni rule the whole world. Mewtwo can't allow this to happen! After all it wouldn't like to share. AN: Hi! Due to some life circumstances I quit writing for about 7 years. Used to like it a lot and tries to return. This fan-fiction is a 'returnee' to it, so do not have high expectations. Writing could be bad as hell (or the Distortion Worlds for geeks). updates would appear as I update (tldr randomly) and at some point I may just cancel this. Despite that (even if only for now) - have fun! Some chapters may contain TW, mostly brief desripction of violence (let's be honest the main character isn't the most paceful one). I'll make sure to point it at the beggining of every chapters where it appears. Also try to not write much of them - after all this novel is for general audience. EDIT: Considering many TW chapters I decide to change it to parental guidance suggested. Yet those tw mostly appear in prologue (chapters 1-6) and can be skipped. Average word per chapter: 1.4k
SamArrow · 12.3k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 105.5k Views

Heroic Songs In Chaos World

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?
sampatin · 32.2k Views