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Recovering Oblivion

I wish I remembered (Ironic, I know). The people who walked this path with me, the warmth of my mother's embrace, and the generosity behind my father's forgiveness. I now remain in my lonesome, unable to distinguish between right and wrong. Unable to appreciate all that I was taught. You were right, mother...I am lonely. "I now sit here, feared and revered by many. Prayed to and looked upon by every soul. Slain every foe that stood in my path but understood none. I strived for this, I wished to become strong and capable enough. I dedicated my entire life to achieving Godhood, and here I am... " "I remain here, unaccompanied and misunderstood. Valued in thought but isolated in person. Bested every being on my journey until there remained only one, God. I fought for everything and everyone around me, and here I am, accompanied by my solitude and hope that if there existed a God, he would look at me and empathise." What would you do? What would your choice be when everything you've fought for decides to turn against you? This isn't a journey of vengeance or redemption. This is the journey of.. Recovering Oblivion... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For any queries-mythical.rebirth105@gmail.com Discord- Lil Uzi Hurt#3988 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The cover picture is not owned by me, email me if you want it taken down (^-^)
Myth_7754 · 2.8K Views

Transcendent Gene

The world was never the same after that day. Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about. Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe. Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction. The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival. Until the Great Calamities appeared. In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts. One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. Why? For what reason were they punished so? Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place. He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. “It can only be me.” He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories. He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. That was his sacred duty as its final survivor. *** Discord: https://discord.gg/dgbw4RS4ec
Crocs_is_Dead · 9.8K Views

Not another Dungeon Story

It did not matter who you were. A noble’s blood, a scholar’s wisdom, a merchant’s wealth—none of it meant a damn thing inside the dungeons. Once you stepped beyond those gates, past the threshold where light faded and the unknown swallowed all, there was only one truth that mattered. The strong ruled. The weak perished. It did not matter if you were a prince or a beggar, a decorated warrior or a nameless fool. The dungeon did not care. It did not discriminate. It only tested, again and again, until your bones lay among the countless others who had thought themselves worthy. For most, dungeon diving was not a choice—it was survival. In this city of towering walls and endless ambition, men and women bled for the chance to carve their names into history. They fought for coin, for glory, for the slim chance of rising above their station. They fought because, in Dragnir, power was the only thing that truly mattered. Some dove for wealth, their eyes glimmering with the promise of fortune buried in the depths. Others sought fame, desperate for their names to be whispered in awe, their deeds recorded in legend. And then there were those who fought for power—not for riches, not for glory, but for strength itself. Because in the end, power was the only thing that meant anything. And so, they fought. Again and again, against monsters that never died, in dungeons that never emptied. They struggled, they endured, they bled, and still, the dungeons called for more. For some, the call was a curse. For others, a promise. But no matter the reason, no matter their fate—once they stepped inside, they belonged to the dungeon. And the dungeons… never let go. Right Dungeons, because it's not only one but Three of them with different kinds of hell to offer, will you dive?.
57Hertz · 9.6K Views
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