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TPV: The Price of Zero

"If a man is never born, is he dead? If a thing is never seen, does it exist? If a name is never spoken, does it carry meaning?" I do not ask these questions to be answered. I ask them because no one dares to. The universe is built on the arrogance of definition. Numbers, laws, identities—shackles that are forged in language, in memory, in time, or this theory that lingers in our brains called collective consciousness. But what of the spaces between? The void? Reality? The things that exist outside knowing, outside the gaze of men and gods? Or does it not exist at all? If so, how are we speaking about it? Paradoxical isn’t it? He was such a thing. A presence without a name. A shadow cast by nothing. Or nothing cast by a shadow? If history is a river, he was the drought. If men are measured by the weight of their deeds, he was the absence of gravity itself. He did not belong, not in this world, not in any world, because he was not of the world. Not forgotten. Not ignored. Not erased. Simply… he never counted. And yet, in the nothing, he saw everything. The weight of unspoken thoughts. The blood behind unshed tears. The truth in silence. The universe was full of things unseen, of wounds never given words, of horrors never given shape. And he understood. He understood that nothingness was not the absence of being, but the absence of limitation. He understood that a thing untethered by perception is a thing without chains. He understood that the moment a man asks, "What is the shape of nothing?"— —he has already begun to see it. The idea of liminalism or being liminal. He experienced it and it drove him not to insanity, but sent him spiraling into the depth of the abyssal word of all what it carried of meaning, something much much beyond than mere insanity, something that can not described with words, because it is not a reality, it is something simply…...beyond. Saying he was insane would be an understatement, mind you. And once seen, it can never be unseen. The world had built itself on the assumption that zero was empty. That nothing had no weight. That absence held no consequence. But they were wrong. Zero was the abyss between all things. The wound that preceded creation. The foundation of every lie called "truth." And the price of zero… was everything. As such, because he lost everything, He gained everything. 1 extra chapter = 2 powerstones
ItismeIndeedsoObey · 567 Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 3K Views

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In the year 0146, a century after the cataclysmic event known as The END Apocalypse, humanity has rebuilt a world more advanced than ever before and resets their calendar. Once torn apart by a war between mythical beasts—the mighty dragons and leviathans—the Earth’s landscape has been forever reshaped, and monsters born from the rage and negativity of that war continue to haunt civilization. Peace was briefly restored by a group of elite warriors known as the Pacifiers, who harnessed a new and mysterious form of battle arts beyond human imagination. Their efforts quelled the mythical creatures, but now they face a new, darker challenge: the monstrous creatures that emerged from the apocalypse’s aftermath. To protect humanity, the Pacifiers formed global associations, fighting relentlessly to keep these malevolent forces at bay. Despite advanced technology and progress, the human world is still plagued by the ancient problems of inequality, poverty, and social unrest. Amid this fractured world is Ken, an orphan whose harsh upbringing has left him with little hope for the future. That is, until he encounters Beni, one of the strongest Pacifiers of the current era, and Ken's master. With his guidance, Ken’s life takes an unexpected turn as he is thrust into a world of battle, monsters, and political intrigue, where he must discover his own strength and purpose. The balance between peace and destruction hangs by a thread, and the true nature of the monsters may hold the key to humanity’s future. In a world caught in a deadlock between hope and despair, Ken must rise above his past and find his way to his unknown future.
Nova_Akio · 5.6K Views
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