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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 to do anything. 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. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. 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. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. 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.
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Avatar Of Garuda

The world is dying. Earth, drained of oil, uranium, and even the promise of renewables, teeters on the brink of collapse. Skies glow with toxic haze, oceans choke with waste, and humanity clings to the last embers of energy. But salvation comes not from the soil of Earth, but from the skies above it. On August 17, 2045, rifts tear open across every major city — gateways to another realm: Nusantara, the Land of the Thousand Islands. A world saturated with Mana, where magic flows through forests, mountains, and seas like lifeblood. Here, mana condenses into radiant Mana Crystals, each capable of powering cities and nations cleanly, endlessly. Yet humanity cannot set foot there. For men and women born of Earth, Nusantara’s mana is poison. To bridge the divide, scientists forge the Neurolink System — a gateway of the mind. Through it, humans pilot Avatars, artificial vessels that can breathe mana, fight, and grow stronger by absorbing the essence of slain monsters. With every battle, Avatars evolve, leveling into legends… or dying, their cores shattered, their pilots left behind. In this crucible of discovery and conquest rise guilds, nations, and betrayals. And at its center is Andrew Yuan — once a Pavilion Master of the great Firmament Guild. In the future, September 30, 2065, Andrew was betrayed by comrades, abandoned by his own, and murdered at the very moment he was chosen to inherit leadership from his mentor. But fate offers him a cruel mercy: a return to his twenty-one-year-old self, days before the first descent into Nusantara. Armed with twenty years of memories — of treachery, bloodshed, and the rise and fall of empires — Andrew seizes his second chance. Together with Elias Wardhana, his childhood friend and trusted ally, he must carve a new destiny in a land where High Humans reign in gilded castles, Elves rule the treetops, Orcs forge empires in volcanic strongholds, Merfolk command the seas, and Beastkin thrive in primal jungles. Every alliance is fragile. Every resource, a prize worth killing for. Every guild, a rival clawing for dominance. And within the shadows, darker forces — Demons, ancient curses, and monsters born of pure mana — stir to reclaim a world that is not meant for humanity. But Andrew is no longer the naïve leader who died betrayed. He is the Phoenix Pavilion’s flame reborn. With his Avatar as his weapon and vengeance as his compass, he will challenge gods, kings, and traitors alike. From the ashes of betrayal shall rise the legend of Garuda.
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