Cypra Dust

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!

"Kill them all - every last member of House Grim must die tonight!" That was the last thing Renard heard before his world turned to ash. One night was all it took for him to lose everything - his family slaughtered, his home burned to ashes, all because the other Great Houses branded them traitors. They thought they wiped a noble line. Instead, they created a monster. Rising from the despair of losing everything, Renard became the beast Sovereign. He embraced the darkness and rose to the position of the 7th commander of the dreaded demon army. Leading an army of Demons and monsters, he brought three legendary Heroes to their knees and crushed four Great Houses to dust. But just as revenge was within his grasp, the champion of Humanity - Klean Weaver's holy sword pierced his heart. Renard thought that was the end. But something impossible happened. He woke up in the past, in a time when his family still lived and House Grim stood strong among the Eight Great Houses A second chance! A chance to change everything. That wasn’t all. For unknown reasons, he inherited the Legacy of the Devourer, a power that lets him consume the strength of his enemies. Was it a curse? Or a blessing? He didn’t know. But for Renard, it is simply a tool to protect what's his. The Lords of the Great Houses think they're untouchable in their high castles. They have no idea what's coming. This time, the Beast of House Grim hunts first!! *** Join the Discord for story discussion, events, character art and more.... Discord Link: https://discord.gg/YtJKT4kzEA

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

A once in a millennium event is currently being anticipated by all the people of Vesmir. They are outside of their own homes waiting for a special phenomen to happen. They gaze above the skies and saw the one of the two moons of their planet, slowly covered the sun. Suddenly the azure colored sky of Vesmir was hastily change its color into a dark crimson. When the sky of Vesmir became dark crimson, the people of Vesmir was amazed by the phenomenon they are seeing. After a while million of stars twinkle around the moon, slowly turning the dark crimson sky to its original azure color. Among those millions stars there were less than 0.0001.% star that shines brightly compared to the other stars. However, if you look closely as if the dark crimson sky was fighting the million of stars they get a stalemate. People then saw the second moon covered the sun. Suddenly the whole world was casted by shadow and darkness. All of the people of Vesmir suddenly felt feer and safe at the same time. Then after a while the sky returned to its original azure color because it was still in the afternoon. There is no million of stars. There is no dark crimson sky. In a old hut at the top of the mountain, an oldman with a white clothes. The oldman looks like a benevolent and you can see a white aura flickering on and off out of his body. He witness all this phenomenon at the hut's window. The catastrophe that was delayed are happening.The seal of the world are slowly weakening. That race will find this world. No, they already find it. The sacrifice that they made to hide this world from them this is lonely weakening. Alas it would still happen. Are all those sacrifice they did, are for these generation to face?" He asked weakly. No one answered. The oldman looks at his body. He saw his body was very slowly turning into dust. "I do not have much time. I need to inform the guardians of all the races about the impending storm that is coming. They need to focus to armed the new generation especially the Chosen Ones. They would be the the sword that would purge the chaos and shield that would protect it's people of this world from the chatastrophe that would happen. Those who have been sealed cannot do anything, the only solution is to train those new generation." Looking at the window, as he gaves at the sun. "The structure of the universe is gonna completely change in this era. Can this world survive?" The old man did not include the shadow in his premonitions and just bypass it. The old man stands weakly, get his walking stick then go wherever he plans to do. *** Argus Orpheus an orphan who survive from a Gate break. He lives for 10 years alone. "Argus Orpheus, Unique Class Awakener, Type: Summoner." A class that is said to be average by many. Argus was also walking a path of summoner no one has succeeded thus far. Argus awakened a power that was no being should possess. As he begins his journey, Argus slowly uncovers the truth of this mysteries about himself. Watch as Argus embarked his chaotic journey.

Dustin Williams, Known throughout reality as Celestial Dustin, The King of Everything is done and dusted with life, having fufilled everything he set out to do painting himself to reality like painting on a canvas, he then writes down his autobiography, to inform and inspire future generations, he has seen his wars, countless wars, his bloodline has expanded and prospered throughout the cosmos for eons, but even an immortal being has an ending, but with his last moments he shares to us the tale of his rise to glory, Will you read it?

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Before the fall, there was betrayal. Lucifer, the brightest of the angels, did not challenge the Creator out of ambition, but out of disdain. How could the angels, forged in perfection, bow before fragile creatures made of dust? His rebellion was not just an act of pride, but of fury against humanity. And for that, he was condemned. Cast into the abyss alongside his followers, he swore to destroy the world he so despised. For ages, his legions waited, but the prophecy marked the beginning of a new era. The gates of hell opened, unleashing demons, monsters, and beasts that plunged the earth into chaos and despair. Heaven and hell now prepare for their final confrontation, while humanity, caught between warring gods, struggles to survive in a world where hope is little more than a whisper in the shadows. The last battle has begun. And the fate of creation hangs by a thread.

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!

Michael Conner is a haunted teenager who basically feels that the world weighs upon him, and every step he makes is drawing him deeper into its cruel clutches. After five years of escaping, fate drags him back for the funeral of his ex-best friend's grandfather-a moment he had dreadfully awaited. What begins as a reluctant return turns out to be a nightmarish journey. In the attic, full of dust, he finds a concealed journal, and the dark secrets it holds unfold a terrifying truth: the grandfather had made a malevolent bargain, trading in his family's souls to some ancient, evil being. Having realized that the town he once knew is steeped in darkness, Michael must swallow his pride and team up with Jake, his former best friend turned bitter enemy. As they grapple with old wounds and simmering resentment, their shared mission forces them to confront both their haunting past and the chilling present that threatens everything they hold dear. Together, they step into the darkness that has consumed their hometown, where every new turn reveals more secrets-secrets that threaten their view of reality and promise to tear asunder the very fibers of their life. With danger looming large over them, tensions rising, Michael and Jake must race against time to try and break the chain of their families that is cursed, binding them into this malevolent force. Will they find a way to redeem themselves and save those they love, or will the darkness claim them forever? Prepare for a gripping tale of friendship, betrayal, and the fight for redemption in the face of unimaginable evil.

Glenn Hughes had spent most of his life confined to a hospital bed. Brilliant yet shackled by a cruel fate, he endured ten long years under the relentless weight of an unforgiving disease. Between medications, surgeries, and agonizing treatments, death had begun to seem less like an end and more like a mercy. But when he finally closed his eyes for the last time… rest did not come. The stench of sweat, dust, and blood was the first thing to greet him. Shackled, filthy, and drained of strength, his body was no longer his own. He was no longer in a hospital but in a cell. No longer a patient, but a prisoner. “What the… what the hell is this?” Glenn had been thrust into a world of steel and prana, reborn in the body of a condemned slave. Once a noble, now nothing more than a number among the damned. Yet, something was different. There was a reason he was still alive. Witness Glenn’s transformation as he is dragged through agony and ecstasy, suffering and desire, boundless pleasure and unrelenting torment—all while shouldering a burden so crushing that any other man would break. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ No netorare (NTR), no system, no incest, no consanguineous relationships.

Fang Lin was born with nothing—no spirit root, no cultivation, no future. Scorned by his village, abandoned by fate, and forced to scrape by for survival, his only link to the past was an unbreakable jade pendant that had been with him since birth. But the night he was hunted by a King-ranked Mochen Tiger, everything changed. As he stood at the brink of death, the pendant shattered, unleashing a power beyond mortal comprehension. When the dust settled, the beast that should have killed him lay dead at his feet, and before him floated an ethereal window, revealing truths hidden from the world. He was no longer the nameless orphan struggling to survive. He was something far greater. But with this awakening came questions. What was the true nature of his spirit? Why had fate hidden his potential until now? And who—or what—had been watching over him all this time? In a world where strength rules and destiny binds all, Fang Lin will carve a path of his own—one that defies heaven itself. The story of an outcast is over.

At ALO Company, power, ambition and underground secrets work hand in hand. Roxanna Davis, the sharp and relentless Chief Sustainability Officer, has one goal unmask the person who sabotaged her project. With the company’s future hanging in the balance, she can’t afford any distractions. But Carlton Nakamura is a distraction she never saw coming. The newly elected President, young, powerful, and frustratingly charming, is already bolted by his father’s expectations and an engagement he never wanted. Carlton and Roxanna have always clashed, with their differences making cooperation a constant battle. Yet, as they battle crisis after crisis together, their differences start to blur, and something unexpected forms between them. While Terra, Roxanna’s sharp-eyed best friend and co-worker, sees the tension simmering beneath their arguments, Roxanna remains ignorant, too caught up in the storm threatening her team. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous her mission becomes. Someone in the shadows wants her investigation buried and they’ll stop at nothing to make sure it is. Can Roxanna uncover the truth before it’s too late? And when the dust settles, will she finally see what’s been right in front of her all along? Or will Carlton’s love go unnoticed… until it’s too late?

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted its wielder otherworldly power. Countless powerful Magi from all across the universe waged an epic battle over it. When the dust settled from their fierce clash, the artifact disappeared, awaiting to be inherited by one with great destiny. Adam dreamed of breaking free from the grip of poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. However, learning magic was an expensive aspiration. Not only did it require talent, but also vast resources, neither of which he had. But one day everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Join my discord: https://discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv

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...

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

Era un huérfano con aptitudes mediocres y un origen humilde. A través de la perseverancia y una negativa a conformarse con la mediocridad, practicó la cultivación desesperadamente. Por un golpe de suerte, despertó el Alma Marcial Antigua, extinta hace mucho tiempo en este mundo, y desde ese momento su ascenso fue imparable, como un cometa elevándose alto, embarcándose en un viaje de cultivación para dominar el mundo. Comenzando como un mendigo que era intimidado por otros, comenzó a brillar con cada paso, entrando en una era de caos donde las Sectas son numerosas, los talentos abundan, los Diez Mil Clanes compiten por el poder, y héroes humanos emergen uno tras otro en un mundo vasto y magnífico. Con el 'Alma Marcial Tirano del Cielo', prometió forjar su propio mito!

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

Zero had played the game 'Star Dust' for all his life and gave up everything for it, he had completed it at the cost of his life. And his wish was granted, he got transmigrated to the world of that game. But everything turns out to change, and his information is no longer reliable. Because of his ignorance to this fact he faces many obstacles on his journey to find new meaning in life.

When the Great War finally came to an end and the forces of "good" emerged victorious, the once-mighty empire crumbled into dust. Its rulers were defeated, its armies scattered, and its legacy branded as a dark stain on history. But not all remnants of the fallen empire vanished. One survivor remains—a descendant of the so-called "evil" side. She is the last of her bloodline, carrying the weight of a shattered past. With the world now against her, she must decide: Will she seek revenge against those who destroyed everything she knew? Will she hide her lineage and try to live a life of peace? Or does fate have an entirely different path in store for her? In a world that refuses to forget the sins of her ancestors, she must carve her own destiny—whether in the shadows or in the light.

{WSA ENTRY 2025} "Really? So now I’m the demon? What a joke." A being stood in the void, radiating an aura so fierce it distorted reality itself. His malevolent form glittered in the abyss of nothingness, exuding an overwhelming presence. Space around him lay in ruins, torn apart by war. Wreckage of colossal battleships drifted aimlessly, while the massive corpses of fallen creatures floated in the endless expanse. His right eye, shimmering with a deep blue hue, seemed to embody time itself—wherever it gazed, time would freeze, accelerate, slow down, or even reverse. Its wavy aura pulsed with an eerie, undeniable power. His left eye, a swirling brown vortex, held the essence of space itself. It collapsed in on itself, revealing countless layers of existence, stretching far beyond the realm of the Zerothverse and into the unknown. He stood alone amidst trillions upon trillions of lifeless bodies—dragons, phoenixes, celestials, immortals, and beings of all races lay motionless, devoid of life. He was the only absolute existence in this vast expanse of emptiness. "You can still be good," they said. "There’s hope," they claimed… Hah! I thought only humanity was greedy, but you’re all the same. No matter your race, no matter your soul, your consciousness is tainted with the same selfish desires. His voice grew darker, colder, sending an unsettling chill through the void. "Maybe I had a choice once… but my only choice was death—a slow, agonizing death. And I… refuse to allow it." A wicked grin spread across his face as his aura surged violently. "I've always wanted to be the demon. A creature of chaos, born to thrive in war, to kill in agony. I am the perfect embodiment of destruction… I am the Demon. The annihilator of all things called ‘existence’!" His laughter echoed through the void as his aura erupted, consuming everything in its wake. The dead disintegrated into dust, stars exploded into nothingness, galaxies collapsed, universes crumbled, and entire multiverses vanished into the abyss. Even the vast emptiness of the Omniverse trembled before his will. And so, he stood alone—unchallenged, unshackled, and unrepentant.

At 34, Varun had hit rock bottom—no money, no respect, no love. His family dismissed him as a failure, his once-beloved girlfriend abandoned him for wealth, and his career in finance led him nowhere but misery. Drowning in despair, he finally accepted the cruel truth—without money, a man is nothing. Choosing to escape his pathetic reality, he ended his life. But fate wasn’t done with him yet. When he opened his eyes, he was back in 2010, standing at his graduation ceremony. The world was on the brink of a technological and financial revolution, and this time, he was ready. Bound to the Technology System, Varun gained access to cutting-edge knowledge, future market insights, and technological blueprints far ahead of their time. AI, blockchain, smartphones, cloud computing, e-commerce, fintech—the future was his playground. With his mind sharpened and his ambitions ignited, Varun embarks on a ruthless journey to build a business empire that will shake the world. Stock Market Domination – He will predict and control financial markets. Tech Conglomerate – He will create the next big AI and e-commerce giants. Real Estate & Media – He will expand his influence beyond business. Those who once mocked him will be left in the dust. Those who abandoned him will watch in regret. And this time, he will stand at the top—unmatched and unstoppable. Finance. Technology. Power. This time, he will have it all.

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is nothing more than a flash of mottled light. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sadness that the ending is predetermined. Where will you and I be thousands of years later? The country, the fire of civilization, and the earth are nothing more than a speck of dust in the deep space. The starry sky is a moment, and the human world is a thousand years. The chirping of insects is only autumn, and you and I are fighting for it. What is at the end of the deep space?

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.

In a brutal, Apocalyptic world ruled by gods and monsters, a young man awakens in the arms of a fearsome War Mother A tall Female warrior bred from the rage of the war god himself. Naked, disoriented, and barely alive with his organs hanging out, he quickly learns that her mercy is as terrifying as her wrath. Rescued and pieced together by her crude hands, he struggles to understand why she spared him, especially when War Mothers are known for their savagery and their penchant for grinding their enemies to dust.

A World at War. A Tyrant’s Reign. A Hero’s Rise. For centuries, the world of Astashica has endured the relentless grip of war. Kingdoms have fallen, civilizations have crumbled, and the remnants of the past lie buried beneath the sands of time. From the floating fortress of the Defiance Vanguard, the ruthless warlord Cosmus seeks to bring all of Astashica under his dominion. With the power of the Azurevat missiles, weapons of unimaginable destruction, he wages his final campaign—a war that will either crown him as the eternal ruler or reduce the planet to dust. But fate has set another force in motion. Tlandar – The Reluctant Champion Born far from the halls of power, Tlandar never sought war—but war found him. Torn from his home and thrust into conflict, he rises as the last hope of the resistance. Wielding the twin blades of Val’katl, he walks the fine line between a warrior and a leader, a survivor and a savior. Against him stands Cosmus, the supreme overlord of Astashica, whose dreadnought spans the sky like a god of war. With his armies of Asemeri warlords, his Solar Guardian armada, and his impenetrable throne-world, Cosmus rules through conquest and destruction. But there are forces beyond even him. A World Torn Apart – A War Beyond Time When the Defiance Vanguard unleashes its final weapon, reality itself fractures. Temporal storms rage, ancient machines fail, and the planet begins to collapse. The very force that sustained life, the Xhalaks, ceases to function, leaving the world on the brink of suffocation. Amidst the chaos, Tlandar discovers a message hidden within the ruins of New Asemeri—there are still survivors. But time is running out. With retrograde cyclones twisting across the planet, oceans swallowing entire cities, and the sky blackened by war, Tlandar must choose: Will he rise to lead the remnants of a shattered world? Or will he fall before the tyrant of the Defiance Vanguard? The Final War Begins. A battle of fate. A dominion of eternity. A legend waiting to be forged. This is Astashica.

Follow the story of a young man named Kai, who never gave up despite all the horrible things that has happened in his life since he was a mere boy. The life of any creature in any world is but a mere speck of dust in comparison to something as grand as the universe. But things are different when Kai gets abducted by something hiding in a dark corner of the universe and the aftermath is but a mix of both good and bad events. After years since his escape, a series of events leads him to now go on a journey to find himself again, make some new allies along the way and maybe even save a world.

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.