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Shaneshwara Mantra

Kronik Abisal

Di bagian utara dunia, pertempuran panjang antara berbagai ras dan ras setan akhirnya mencapai akhirnya. Tuhan Iblis, sosok dengan rambut hitam, mata merah, berkuasa dari istananya yang terbuat dari obsidian, setelah berulang kali mengalahkan Dewi, makhluk terkuat di dunia. Namun, dia menahan diri untuk tidak membunuhnya, mengetahui bahwa Dewi hanya akan bereinkarnasi untuk memimpin serangan lain. Saat dewi berlutut di hadapannya, terluka parah dan tak berdaya, suara ledakan bergema di luar, menandakan kemenangan Aliansi yang sudah dekat. Meski memiliki kekuatan yang luar biasa, Tuhan Iblis mengakui kelemahan ras setan secara keseluruhan dibandingkan dengan manusia dan Aliansi. Pengembangan energi pertarungan dan mana telah memungkinkan manusia biasa untuk melawan setan, yang mengakibatkan kekalahan tentara setan. Sadar akan niat Aliansi untuk memperbudak setan Abyssal, Tuhan Iblis memutuskan untuk melemparkan mantra terlarang yang akan menghabiskan nyawanya. Saat pasukan Aliansi menyerbu istana, mereka ragu-ragu ketika merasakan energi mantra. Tuhan Iblis bersumpah untuk melawan dan bereinkarnasi untuk menyelamatkan kaumnya. Sementara itu, Dewi merenungkan perlakuan Tuhan Iblis terhadap dirinya di masa lalu dan mengakui rasa hormat dan dedikasinya kepada kaumnya. Saat Tuhan Iblis bersiap untuk melemparkan mantra tersebut, Dewi bertanya apakah dia bisa meninggalkan rencananya dan hidup bebas. Namun, Tuhan Iblis terikat tugas untuk mengembalikan kemuliaan ras setan dan melindungi kaumnya. Memahami ketetapan hati Tuhan Iblis, Dewi menyiapkan pedangnya, dengan niat untuk bertabrakan dengan mantra terlarang Tuhan Iblis. Ledakan yang dihasilkan menciptakan awan jamur, menandai akhir dari konflik dan awal dari era baru. Tuhan Iblis dan Dewi menjadi tokoh sejarah, kisah mereka kadang-kadang diceritakan.
Hail_The_loli · 19K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1.1M Views

Shotaro: journey of a hero that kept moving forward

"There was once a hero." All have heard that phrase at least once in their lives. Whispered by old men before firelight. Carved into stone beneath crumbled towers. Inscribed on the last pages of dying books. But more often than not, it was just a prelude— a sentence used to dress up myths, to clothe legends in something that sounded like truth. "There was once a hero who defeated the Demon King." "There was once a hero who slew the last of the skyborn dragons." .......... "There was once a hero who was thrown into the abyss... and kept climbing out of it." "There was once a hero who walked with tragedy tied around his waist like a blade." "There was once a hero who changed lives—not with miracles, but with mercy." Shotaro Mugyiwara. A name drowned in dust. A face erased by time. He wakes as a blank slate— somewhere in the shattered lands of Drakastradorn, known also as Aetheria. No memory of who he was. No sense of why he still breathes. Only silence. Only echoes. Only the wind screaming through ruins that remember him better than he remembers himself. This world is not kind. It is carved by Mantra, an energy not of magic, but of something older— from beyond space, beyond time— a power not meant for mortal tongues to name. The land bleeds war. The stars above are scarred. And in this stage of gods and monsters, drama and death... he awakens. ......... "He was always the hero." A child is born in Hokkaido, on the night of January 30, 2008. A birth that was never supposed to happen. From a womb never seeded. A life conjured, not conceived. The world shook the moment he took his first breath. Because something ancient had returned. Something the world had forgotten how to fear. --- "There was once a hero... who was a great diplomat." Who could shape armies not with swords, but with words. Who could bend even fate to a shared purpose. Shotaro Mugyiwara’s life was never normal. And it will never be. Even in a world where he remembers nothing— no comrades, no battles, no lovers, no scars— even with the past ripped from his veins... He walks. He endures. He refuses to kneel. Because the truth is simple. "There was once a hero..." "Who kept moving forward."
Redoman · 76.5K Views

HOW TO TRACK AND RECLAIM YOUR LOST BITCOIN - VISIT FUNDS RETRIEVER ENG

Courage doesn’t mean you don’t get afraid. Courage means you don’t let fear stop you. This mantra has been my guiding light throughout my journey as a military doctor. After years of dedicated service to my country, I found my true calling in healing others, striving to make a positive impact on the lives of my fellow soldiers and their families. My commitment to service extended far beyond the battlefield; I was determined to secure a stable future for my family. With my hard-earned savings, I invested $470,000 in cryptocurrency, believing it would provide the financial foundation we needed to thrive. However, everything changed one fateful day during a particularly intense deployment. While treating a patient amid an attack, my phone slipped from my hands and crashed to the ground. In the chaos of the moment, I realized with a sinking feeling that I hadn’t backed up my cryptocurrency wallet recovery phrase. I had always thought I had plenty of time to do so later, but that day proved otherwise. When I attempted to access my funds that night, panic surged through me as I discovered I could no longer access my wallet. My dreams of financial security and stability were vanishing right before my eyes. The betrayal I felt was profound. It was as if I had not only failed myself but also my family, who relied on me to provide for them. Each day in the ICU reminded me of my commitment to healing, and now I was left feeling helpless in the face of adversity. The emotional toll was unbearable; I feared losing everything I had worked so hard for, and the weight of that fear was crushing. I reached out to trusted colleagues and friends, hoping for a glimmer of hope. One fellow veteran mentioned FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER, a reputable team known for their expertise in recovering lost digital assets. Intrigued yet skeptical, I decided to explore this option. The thought of potentially reclaiming my lost investment reignited a flicker of hope within me. As I navigated this challenging situation, I realized that courage is not the absence of fear but the determination to confront it. I was reminded that even in the darkest moments, there are paths to recovery and support. With the help of FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER, I began to understand that my journey was not just about financial loss but also about resilience, community, and the unwavering spirit to rise above adversity . For help W H A T S A P P: +1 8 0 2 9 5 2 3 4 7 0 EmaIL F U N D S R E T R I E V E R [@] E N G I N E E R. C O M OR S U P P O R T @ F U N D S R E T R I E V E R [@] E N G I N E E R. C O M WEBSITE https://fundsretrieverengineer.com
Daoistjbi2ST · 1.3K Views

CEO Jutek Dan Perisainya

Khafi Arjuna Naufal dan Zahira Zakiyah Nadira adalah individu yang terpisah, tetapi kehidupan keduanya terhubung kembali dengan cara luar biasa, yaitu takdir. Khafi adalah seorang CEO dengan lima saudara, dia anak ketiga, kepribadian yang jutek membuat banyak orang tidak suka dengannya, Khafi juga memiliki Jin dengan menjelma sebagai merpati, Jin itu memiliki kekuatan sihir yang hebat. Hingga membuat Khafi mengetahui segala masa lalunya yang belum tuntas dan menyakitkan. Rasa bersalah dari masalalunya membuat dia sangat ingin menuntaskan masalahnya di dunia masadepan. Dahulunya dia adalah seorang kesatria. Sementara di masa depan dia CEO ternama. Kekayaan yang dimilikinya membuat dia diincar oleh beberapa musuh dari masalalunya juga, dari seorang wanita yang menginginkannya, sampai dari CEO lain yang sering diacuhkan Khafi, mereka yang tidak terima mengirimi mantra sihir jahat kepada Khafi. Hingga keadaan yang tidak memungkinkan, seorang Alim meminta keluarganya mencarikan gadis yang berhati baik dan tulus serta penglihatan batin yang terbuka, yang akan menjadi perisai untuk Khafi. Keluarga Khafi hendak menikahkannya dengan Tiana, gadis yang disarankan seorang Alim. Namun, Tiana pura-pura sakit parah, dan meminta Zahira yang adik tirinya, untuk menggantikannya, agar keluarga Khafi memberi uang untuk pengobatan, nyatanya uang itu untuk kesenangan Tiana sendiri. Keluarga Khafi menerima pengantin pengganti dari Tiana, karena tahu kalau Zahira gadis yang sangat baik dan seorang Alim pun setuju. Namun, tidak dengan Khafi yang sangat membenci Zahira, karena pikiran Kahfi, Zahira menikahinya demi uang. Khafi pun acuh tak acuh dan setiap hari Zahira merasa terluka oleh prilaku Khafi kepadanya. Bagaimana kelanjutan kisah mereka? Bagaimanakah, masalalu Khahfi yang masih terhubung di zaman moderent? Apakah Khafi bisa berubah? Apakah Zahira bisa bertahan dengan pernikahannya?
Ririnby · 175.2K Views

CHRONICLES OF THE LAND OF DREAMS AND MONSTERS

Harrold Orion—who prefers to go simply by "Orion"—has never been ordinary. Raised deep in the wilderness by his stern, enigmatic grandfather, Alexander Orion, he’s a boy forged by the blade and tempered in solitude. While others his age scrolled through their phones and joked in hallways, Orion was learning to survive—splitting wood, hunting game, sharpening steel, and memorizing ancient lessons whispered between the trees. His grandfather, a man seemingly carved from the very forest they inhabited, instilled in him a mantra of vigilance: "Weapons and skills are your friends, boy. Learn to wield them well, and you'll never be helpless. The Land of Dreams doesn’t allow one to stay idle." To Orion, “Dreamland” was nothing more than one of his grandfather’s strange delusions—a fantasy world born from old age and isolation. Monsters, crimson sands, fractured moons, and beasts that could kill with a growl. It all sounded like nonsense... until the day came when it wasn’t. On his eighteenth birthday, Orion wakes alone. No celebration. No cake. Just a note from his grandfather, pinned to the table with a rusted knife, telling him he’d be gone for a few days. Typical. Bitter and brooding, Orion buries his anger in routine—tending the garden, checking the traps, chopping firewood—all the chores that defined his strange, isolated upbringing. He ends the night with a makeshift celebration, a slice of bread topped with whipped cream and a flickering candle, before drifting into sleep, his mind filled with dreams of legendary heroes and the vivid worlds of his favorite fantasy novels. But when he wakes, he’s not in his bed.
Mc_No_Jutsu04 · 969 Views

Lemons of Fate

“IF life gives you lemons, well then, you’re god.” At least that’s what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra. Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. I’m now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didn’t dream this up. There’s no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, and—most importantly—the absurdly cliché plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by… well, not being an idiot. But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where I’m supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three. Yeah. Real great, right? And here’s the kicker: It’s not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, let’s be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Life’s throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade. I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the “real” protagonist—who’s probably off saving the world—while I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest. Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, I’m going to have to deal with it. There’s just one problem—if I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Can I survive in a story where I’m not supposed to exist? And more importantly—what if I can change the plot entirely?
EgonVera · 4K Views
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