Shimmering Grave Dust

The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air – all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I... what?" "I said no. I'm not interested in whatever quest or destiny you're selling. Pick someone else." The goddess's perfect features creased in confusion. "But... but you've been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don't care about your prophecy. I've got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world's issues to the mix. Now un-freeze time and leave me alone." "You don't understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King's armies! Millions will die without—"

Objects from beyond the Earth have fallen; eyes of crimson see through the cosmos. All the stars in the sky are enemies of humanity. They call me a false god, but only I fly above. The world is sick, gravely so. I will heal it.

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The young Xiao Yi bore a mysterious seal within him, yet due to his father and siblings' injustice, he was sent to the remote Nanhuang and became a son-in-law to the Fang Family. On his wedding day, the seal inside Xiao Yi was unlocked, and from then on, he controlled the Eternal Celestial Tomb! Many of the strongest beings from all the heavens and worlds were buried within the Celestial Tomb, and Xiao Yi, who now commanded the tomb, began his life's journey of gaining strength through grave-robbing! "You think you're a martial arts genius? Let me dig up a Martial God's grave and we'll see!" "You consider yourself an alchemy expert? I'll dig up a Medicine Saint's grave and then we'll talk!" "You're the son of a divine emperor? I've got plenty of divine emperor graves here!" "You're the number one scoundrel in the world? ... You win, I'm out!"

Su Chengyu took the blame for his wife and went to prison for three years. Upon release, he realized that she had betrayed him. Despite this, he benefited from misfortune and comprehended the Dao, stepping into the world of immortal cultivators. He could easily master immortal techniques and ancient martial arts. He could also refine pills, draw talismans, treat illnesses, and save people at will! Su Chengyu postured crazily in the Red Dust City, vowing to find out the truth behind the death of his 127 Su family members 26 years ago.

Humanity is broken. Their cities are dust, their warriors long fallen. The monstrous Beasts and their godlike Beastkin masters rule with an iron grip, and hope is little more than a forgotten whisper. But legends are not born from comfort. They are forged in blood, in fire, in the will of those who refuse to kneel. Rowan was nothing—a nameless child in the slums, another soul crushed beneath the weight of a dying world. But from the depths of despair, he rose. Not for glory. Not for vengeance. But to tear down the chains that held mankind in servitude. And when the dust settles, the world will remember one truth. Rowan the Mighty does not bow.

No one was greater than the Titans, their words were the laws , they held each other's hands and touched the sky, tried to size it , a foolish decision paved the road to their doom Men grew wings and lived above the clouds looking down at the mortal dust, shining with the Halo of divinity ,but those who can't create life are no gods as even those who willed the wind and seas , and moved the sun and the moon were no gods They forgot that the mortal dust once raised their heaven above the clouds and gave them wings They forgot the score of their power, and how much of it they can really Weald ,a typical human behavior You are a tool for them, a tool that can slit their through , the bastard son of heaven , just a glorified ox that does their dirty jobs But The bastard is forever a bastard even if he has a god as a father Don't compromise,and don't back down, as i live you are irreplaceable for them, don't sacrifice yourself for another, your life is more precious than anyone's life, and people tend to forget what you did for them anyway, let them rot , as when you bleed no one of them is going to bitty you

[Traditional Supernatural + Unconventional Trading + Tales of Evil Objects] This is a peculiar pawnshop that specializes in acquiring objects of special value with dark and malevolent origins! Coins from the mouths of the dead, executioner's blades, grave mushrooms, flesh-reishi, Kunlun fetuses......evil objects can harm as well as help! With the touch of the pawnshop's hands, evil can be transformed into treasure! Promotion and wealth, disaster relief, even defying fate and changing destiny! Things are not inherently good or bad; it is only human desire that is never satisfied...... On certain late nights, this pawnshop is frequented by many strange and eerie customers......

Under the sky of history, whether you love or not, you are merely a speck of dust. No matter who you are, what you can grasp is only yourself.

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case. Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent. At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage. Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life. However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money. With money comes unparalleled talents. From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

Man is a trichotomous being, made up of the body, the spirit and the soul. The body is the material part of him, formed from the dust of the earth, the spirit is the breath in him which gives him the consciousness about how to think, eat, walk, manipulate, and most especially, having a free will, which gives him the consciousness of right and wrong, and that is why he has a soul. This Soul of his, is the recipient of every action and every reaction exhibited by the Body through the Spirit. That is to say, whatever the Body and Spirit do (right or wrong) eventually affects the Soul, positively or negatively.

Il était un orphelin avec une aptitude médiocre et un milieu modeste. Grâce à la persévérance et à une réticence à se contenter de la médiocrité, il pratiquait désespérément la cultivation. Par un coup de chance, il a éveillé l'Âme Martiale Ancienne, depuis longtemps éteinte dans ce monde, et à partir de ce moment-là, son ascension fut imparable, telle une comète s'élevant haut, s'engageant dans un voyage de cultivation pour dominer le monde. Débutant comme un mendiant qui était malmené par les autres, il a commencé à briller à chaque pas, entrant dans une ère de chaos où les Sectes sont nombreuses, les talents abondent, les Dix Mille Clans luttent pour le pouvoir, et les héros humains émergent les uns après les autres dans un monde vaste et magnifique. Avec l'Âme Martiale du 'Tyran Céleste', il a juré de forger son propre mythe !

Er war ein Waisenkind mit mittelmäßiger Begabung und einem bescheidenen Hintergrund. Durch seine Ausdauer und seinen Unwillen, sich mit Mittelmäßigkeit zufrieden zu geben, kultivierte er verzweifelt. Durch einen glücklichen Zufall erweckte er die alte Kampfseele, die in dieser Welt schon lange ausgestorben war, und von diesem Moment an war sein Aufstieg unaufhaltsam, wie ein Komet, der hoch aufsteigt und sich auf eine Kultivierungsreise begibt, um die Welt zu beherrschen. Er begann als Bettler, der von anderen schikaniert wurde, und begann mit jedem Schritt zu glänzen. Er trat in eine Ära des Chaos ein, in der es zahlreiche Sekten gibt, Talente im Überfluss vorhanden sind, die Zehntausend Clans um die Macht wetteifern und ein menschlicher Held nach dem anderen in einer riesigen und großartigen Welt auftaucht. Mit der "Tyrannenhimmel-Kampfseele" schwor er sich, seinen eigenen Mythos zu schmieden!

257 years ago, two countries were reduced to dust for calling his wrath. After the incident not one drop of rain fell. Fearing the demon lord’s power, all races stopped the ongoing war. Peace finally returned, bringing new changes. But the demon lord disappeared...

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world. But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows. Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts. A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?

Evan Holt, a 32-year-old London IT grunt, was chasing glitches when a storm cut his story short. Then he’s back, a squalling kid in Valthorne—a planet that’s all jagged peaks, shimmering waters, and air thick with marvels. Dropped into a blacksmith’s rough-and-tumble world in a backwater village, he’s still got that sharp mind ticking, itching to mess with the way things work.

The Prince of Macedonia wakes up from a nightmare, Zeus has given him a vision, a grave threat from the West, one that he has to prepare for, but how can he convince his father, his peers that this is a good choice? Zeus isn't even that trustworthy actually hehehe (sorry XD

How far can a person's mind break? before it finally shatters into dust...or becomes indestructibly firm? witness the rise of the hero who suffered in silence but sought vengeance against the 'reality' that took his innocence and freedom, and is trying to take more.

In the sprawling metropolis of Neon Haven, where towering skyscrapers cast shadows over neon-lit streets, Atlas Orin stumbles upon an ancient artifact known as the Zenith Core. This ancient relic imbued with a mysterious power and a system grants Atlas grants him the strength that he has always yearned for. However, he find out that this newfound power comes at a grave cost—it slowly drains Atlas's life force, threatening to consume him from within. In looking for a possible cure for this, he encounters all that Neon Haven has to offer.

In a world long past it’s initial end, will humanity fight to preserve their crumbling planet, or simply celebrate as all existence returns to dust.

In the dim light of the Musuem, Ethan stumbled upon an old, dust-covered pocket watch, its brass surface tarnished with age. As he turned it over in his hands, a strange energy pulsed through him, and the air shimmered like a mirage. Little did he know, this was no ordinary timepiece; it was a gateway to the past, a relic of a forgotten age.

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

Humans are fickle creatures—pawns in a game far beyond their grasp. They kneel before the heavens, whispering prayers to gods who see them as nothing more than dust. Bei Zui once prayed too. Once begged. Once bled for their mercy. But mercy never came. Now, he no longer asks. He takes. With every life he sacrifices, the heavens tremble beneath his blade, their divine blood staining his hands. He walks a path carved from vengeance, cold and unyielding, until the last god falls and the skies drown in ruin.

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After Destiny of immortality, Renegade Insanity I start a masterpiece story , after knowledge. In a world where gods fall and immortals rise, Xian Ren walks alone. Once a boy who lost everything at the age of six, now a man who defies the very heavens, he is neither hero nor villain—only a traveler bound by the weight of eternity. For centuries, he has fought, cultivated, and transcended, yet no power has ever brought back what he truly lost. When the only one he ever cherished—a fairy with a heart as vast as the stars—fades into nothingness, something within him shatters. With his sword in hand and fate at his heels, he embarks on an endless path. Not for revenge. Not for salvation. But to seek the answer to a question even the gods dare not ask: “What lies beyond immortality?” In his journey, he will challenge the hypocrisy of heaven, unravel the illusion of existence, and stand against those who call themselves divine. But as he climbs higher, as he crushes all who stand in his way, will he find purpose—or will he become the very void he stares into? A tale of tragedy, wisdom, and transcendence, Eclipsing Eternity explores the battle between man and fate, self and illusion, power and meaning. He walks. He conquers. But when eternity is eclipsed, what remains?

The Sons of Destiny are often blessed with luck, as if everything is within their grasp. However, they are unaware that true powerhouses disdain relying on so-called fate. When those self-proclaimed Sons of Destiny dare to provoke, the only thing awaiting them is a destiny of being ruthlessly crushed. Protagonist? Nothing more than an ant among ants. Even the so-called Fated Heroine is but a speck of dust. On this path to the pinnacle, any who dare to obstruct will be utterly shattered and reduced to ashes.

Stranded on Mars in 1950, soldier Max Carter finds more than just red dust. Teleported to an alien world teeming with monstrous Kryll, he stumbles upon the ethereal Eldar and the beautiful warrior Lyra-el. He's tough as nails, but this mission is different. He's got to fight for survival, unravel ancient mysteries connected to a powerful pendant, and maybe... just maybe... find love amidst the crimson chaos. Get ready for Martian Outlaw - where action explodes, secrets whisper, and an impossible romance blooms under a boosalmon-colored sky!

Imprisoned for thousands of years, Asuren Nightgloom, from out of the blue, had been set free. Sleeping for almost a hundred years, Thea Gailbreeze, at long last, had been awakened. Both had the same mission. Save the Fairy Realm. They messed up before and ended up in that grave situation. Now that they got out of their confinement, they vowed to finish their disrupted mission. Will they be stronger together and save the Fairy Realm? Or will they burden one another and mess up one more time?