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Finding Paradise

[WSA ENTRY 2025] [Please support] In a world where divine beings pull the strings of mortals and faith dictates the tides of destiny, Kale and his young daughter Stacy awaken to a life they never chose. Transmigrated into the ancient game of undetectable origin, they are thrust into the identities of General Joel—a fearsome war hero—and Lady Lillian, his daughter, a girl shrouded in mystery and unseen evil. Surrounded by opulent palaces, cunning emperors, and worshippers of higher beings, Kale struggles to navigate this new reality. As he inherits Joel’s memories and Stacy begins to recall Lillian’s past, the lines between creator and character, father and stranger, blur. Each memory brings pain—and answers—while the looming question of how and why they died lingers unanswered. With a system that whispers of forgotten power and abilities that defy logic, Kale must act the part of a leader revered and feared, while Stacy’s fragile innocence is tested by the darkness hidden in Lillian’s memories. Political intrigue, forgotten gods, and a prophecy tied to their survival loom on the horizon. This is a tale of survival, deception, and redemption, where even the light of paradise casts a shadow. In a realm where creation collides with destiny, can Kale protect what truly matters—or will they be swallowed by the world they were never meant to enter? “I have failed as a husband but I won't fail as a father...... Unholy is the unseen evil my body is your vessel, come forth and bring chaos to my enemies and your will, will be my Salvation.” ---
Fated_R0se · 1.4K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.8K Views
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