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Ashes of the Forgotten Core

In a world abandoned by the stars, survival is an achievement, and hope is a resource more scarce than oxygen.Two hundred years ago, the Corefall shattered the Earth. A vast artificial intelligence buried beneath the planet’s crust, once humanity’s crowning achievement, malfunctioned. In its collapse, it tore the boundaries between reality and unreality, merging science and sorcery, logic and lunacy.Now, cities float in fragmented sky zones, continents drift like broken icebergs, and beneath them, the Ashlands stretch endlessly, a ruined surface where monsters born from data corruption and dimensional collapse roam, feeding on thought, memory, and flesh alike.Sixteen-year-old Riven Kael lives at the edge of extinction in one of the last border colonies. Orphan. Drifter. Ghost. Another disposable cog in a world choking on its own history.Until he finds it.A fragment of the Core, dormant, half-dead, whispering with voices not meant for human minds.It calls itself Echo-Null, and it offers Riven a deal: power and knowledge. A second chance at life.But there’s a catch.To master the Core’s gifts, Riven must dive into the Shatternet, a broken reflection of the world, filled with twisted versions of real people, ancient AIs with god complexes, and landscapes made from forgotten code and collapsed timelines.Each descent risks madness. Each victory warps his mind. And something old, something watching, is drawing closer with every Echo he absorbs.In a world where every upgrade rewrites your soul, and every memory might be a lie…What makes you human when the only thing left of you is data and will?
Kast_Mystery · 1K Views

The Heavenly Miss Xiulan (Who Is Most Definitely Not a Boy)

In the 3,476th year of the Celestial Calendar, the Heavenly Emperor—whose divinity was rivaled only by his boredom—rewrote the Immortal Code of Gender Assignments during a particularly uneventful spring. According to Clause 89, Subsection Moonlight, Paragraph Absolutely-Not-Optional, any being born with an overwhelmingly high-yin spiritual constitution could only, by universal decree, be classified as female. It was simple. Efficient. Divine. Except… someone made a mistake. A mortal child was born deep within the darkest stretch of the Eternal Spirit Forest, surrounded by mist, mystery, and mushrooms that sang lullabies. He was bright-eyed, soft-voiced, high-yin… and very, very male. The thunder cracked the day he laughed. A white wolf howled. A snake offered him venom like warm milk. The trees whispered ancient songs. And the heavens? Well, they began preparing lightning bolts on standby—just in case someone down there got too clever and said something like: “Wait… is that a boy?” Boom. Thus began the most unusual cultivation tale in ten thousand realms. A tale of a child raised by beasts, mistaken for a goddess, blessed with yin that could stop hearts, and cursed with thunder that would smite anyone who dared question the Heavenly Code. This is the story of Xiulan. Or as the forest calls him: “Our beautiful, powerful, emotionally unstable daughter.” Or as heaven calls him: “ERROR 404: Gender Not Found.”
a_sweet_present · 9K Views

Rise and Reclaim

(key elements of this book: supernatural abilities, kingdom building, friendship, territory and people management, slight romance but nothing crazy) Skye’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light of a sun peaking through the sticks that didn’t burn his skin in an instant. The wind blowing between the trees carried no sand or toxins in their breeze. The floating orb above him spoke bluntly yet Skye paid him no mind. It’s words a mumbled mix of nonsense, Skye struggled to latch on to anything important. Something about their god dying, needing to form a team, building a society that can withstand the others. Blah blah blah. It was too early to hear it all again. Skye groaned and detatched himself from the roots connected to his nervous system. The energy they helped him absorb over night was going to be put to good use. He pushed himself up and grabbed Thorn, his trusted spear, and opened the makeshift door to his tent, letting the fresh air rush in. Stepping out he said “Alright. Another day of trying to survive and not becoming dinner for some weird flat face freak.” He gave his body a stretch with his spear raised above his head with both hands, feeling a pop in his back from sleeping on the ground. “Oph, and maybe find something softer to sleep on.” His minions danced along with his words. their petals fluttering in agreement. The bodies of a few monsters with chunks blown out of their sides lay scattered around them. Today was going to be a good day.
Conzo0311 · 11.7K Views
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