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La Renaissance du Dieu Immortel Sans Nom

``` La Terre a subi un étrange changement. S'étendant des millions de fois sa taille originale, sa population fut soudainement divisée en deux. D'un côté, il y avait un groupe d'humains technologiquement avancés. Mais, de l'autre, un monde de cultivation avait grandi et prospéré. Les secrets ayant mené à ce changement ont été cachés dans l'obscurité depuis bien trop longtemps... Jusqu'au jour où un garçon né du côté Mortel du monde fut découvert comme ayant le talent d'entrer du côté Martial. Ayant perdu ses deux parents face à une marée cachée, il choisit de tout quitter derrière lui pour entrer dans cette terre de dangers. Quelles vérités allait-il dévoiler ? Que découvrirait-il sur ce qui séparait les Mortels des Cultivateurs ? Quels maux cachés voulaient s'assurer que son peuple ne se lève jamais et n'acquiert de pouvoir ? Et comment ces maux... traiteraient-ils de lui ? ---- Cette liste de choses que je hais est plutôt longue. La première est que je hais être mis à l'épreuve plus que tout. La deuxième est que je hais être mis à l'épreuve plus que tout. La troisième est aussi que je hais être mis à l'épreuve plus que tout. Les profondeurs de l'océan sont trop peu profondes, la lumière du soleil trop faible, le sol trop banal et les cieux trop exiguës. Pour ceux nés de ce monde incolore qui se croient dignes de me juger... Je ne peux que dire que c'est risible. Je suis le Dieu Immortel Sans Nom car même les Cieux eux-mêmes ne sont pas dignes de me nommer. Même sans connaître ma propre identité, je dessécherai les océans jusqu'à ce que seule une terre fendue subsiste, je plongerai le soleil dans une obscurité éternelle, je briserai le sol sous mes pieds et fendrai les cieux avec ma lame. Suis-je trop arrogant ? Quel droit as-tu de penser cela ? ---- https://discord.gg/awespec ```
Awespec · 92.1K Views

Super No Body

Sol IbnuRa is a young African man of thirty who had his own fair share of hardship due to his country's hard economy. He needs to find a way to survive after quitting his under paying job. As a man striving in the world of I.T, he will have to always rely on daily gigs to earn money. Sol later on lands on an opportunity of a life time, that is, to break into the main system of the must terrifying person in the city… Mr. Gabriel. Sol and his ally successfully breaks into the house of Mr. Gabriel, but when Sol came face to face with Mrs. Gabriel the mission becomes a complication. Sol will have to choose between his heart or the mission, a life time opportunity to break away from poverty. This single moment of judgment will change the entire story of Sol IbnuRa. Sol falls in love with the must beautiful woman he ever sets his eyes on. He follows his heart to sabotage a well planned heist. This one decision creates a bond between Sol and Mrs. Gabriel but also a rift between him and his ally who would hunt Sol for the rest of his life. Engaging into an affair with Mrs. Gabriel also captures the attention of the worst man in the City, Mr. Gabriel. The trouble Sol gets himself into of course got him killed. He died a terrible death, but his death also becomes his liberation. Sol becomes a living soul who with time and training gains the power to travel vast dimensions. From the Lucid dream worlds to the the digital worlds of the internet. He gains vast abilities that can help him fight the livings who chased him to death, to protect his city from other powerful adversaries who will show up, protect the woman he inadvertently fell in love with and to also amass wealth like never before. Who is to say wealth is not needed in the world of the spirits. In the end, Sol IbnuRa goes away and leave the world behind. He realizes nothing truly really matters after all. With the super abilities he has, he creates a dimension of his own deep in the corners of the lucid dream world where no one or nothing can find him, but the question remains. With all the enemies Sol creates for himself across dimensions, is he truly ever hidden.
Sk_John_2080 · 4.2K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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