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The Growth of a Titan in the Cultivation World

The Pantheon of Gods dethroned the Titan Race, ushering a new age called the Era of Gods. In this Era, the Gods decided to create a new race in their own image and have this race serve them. This race was called the Mortal Race. However, in a twist of fate, these beings known as Mortals not only inherited the Gods' image, but also their ambition. Thus, the Mortals who was once deemed as an inferior race by the Gods created a method of cultivating the world's natural energy to become Immortals and stand next to the Gods. The Jade Immortal, the strongest of the Immortals, besiege the Pantheon of Gods and carved out a place at the summit for Mortals, allowing them to become one of the Divine Races, along with the God Race, the Celestial Race, and the Titan Race. However, in retaliation, the Gods divided the world into the Heavenly Realm, and the countless Mortal Realms before casting all the Mortals down to the Mortal Realms. They then blocked their ascension to the Heavenly Realm and their path of cultivating to Immortality, by cursing their entire race to face a series of Heavenly Tribulations. That event was a very, very long time ago. So long ago that the story was all but lost in the history of the Mortal Realms. *** '…I'm not as strong as you think Sol. I'm too weak to save the village, that's why I need you to leave. Goodbye son…' After his father was murdered and his peaceful village massacred, Sol woke up to find a mysterious old man standing over him claiming to be his new Master. “You want revenge, don’t you? I’ll train you so you have the strength to take it, but you have to become my one and only disciple first!” *** This coming-of-age story follows Solovin Iziah Solaris, a village boy with a mysterious past who is stuck between two Realms. Watch as he grows from a clever, but naive youth, into someone who has to shoulder the world.
Tsetth · 131.6k Views

Pawns : Rise Against the Strings

What if the thoughts in your head aren't actually yours? Picture this: someone's losing their mind trying to save the person they love most. There's a voice on the phone—cold, synthetic, playing games. Riddles with impossible answers. A countdown ticking toward something unthinkable. They're racing through traffic, heart pounding, memories surfacing like shrapnel. Every decision feels urgent. Every emotion feels real. But here's the thing that'll keep you up at night: None of it was supposed to work. The riddles? Designed to have no right answer. The call? Never meant to save anyone. The choices? An illusion wrapped in desperation. And that voice on the other end—the one pulling strings with such cruel precision? They have no idea someone's pulling theirs too. See, while our victim is breaking down, convinced their panic is their own, and while the tormentor is getting off on their power, drunk on control... There's someone else. Sitting in a dark office. Watching both of them on different screens. Smiling at how perfectly the pieces are moving. The victim can't see their strings. The tormentor can't feel the hand moving them. And that's the whole point. This is a story about control so deep it controls the controllers. About how every emotion you think is genuine—love, fear, guilt, even the sick thrill of having power over someone—might just be responses someone programmed into you before you even knew you existed. About the possibility that free will is just a story we tell ourselves while we follow invisible scripts. One person thinks they're fighting for survival. Another thinks they're the puppet master. But both are dancing. And neither of them chose the music. Because real control doesn't look like chains. It looks like freedom. It feels like choice. It sounds like your own voice in your head. Until you realize it was never yours at all.
Anvata_Fableseed · 2.6k Views