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MUTOSTERONE

In the world of Tanasma, mutants are no longer just an anomaly—they are a crisis. Once seen as the next step in evolution, they are now branded as threats, their very existence feared by humanity. The Mutant Treaty Act, enforced by the Capitol Patrol Guard (CPG), forces mutants into registration, stripping them of their autonomy, suppressing their powers, and marking them as second-class citizens. But as hatred festers, the oppression escalates—slavery, public executions, and brutal exterminations become the norm. Amidst the chaos, three factions emerge: those who resist, fighting for freedom at any cost; those who flee, seeking sanctuary beyond the reach of human rule; and those who surrender, hoping that compliance will earn them mercy. When Professor Aldric Langley—a man of wisdom and ambition—receives King Ivan of Gallanta’s royal decree, he dares to create something radical: Hall of M, a sanctuary where mutants can hone their powers and reclaim their dignity. But the dream of peace is fragile. Extremist groups like Purity Dawn seek to eradicate mutants entirely, while the CPG tightens its grip, branding Hall of M as a breeding ground for rebellion. In the heart of this war-torn world, a young mutant named Seraphina Vale rises. With silver hair and eyes that reflect her tormented past, she becomes the first student of Hall of M, standing at the crossroads of fate. Will she fight for coexistence, or will the endless persecution drive her into the arms of revolution? As the world spirals toward war, the question remains: Can mutants carve a place for themselves in a world that wants them erased? Or will they be forced to embrace their monstrous side to survive? The battle for identity, freedom, and the right to exist begins. MUTOSTERONE—a gripping tale of power, prejudice, and the cost of being different.
Kimaeraman · 1.1K Views

Lord of the Steam

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!
Shazorwy · 7.1K Views
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