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Magnum Innominandum

The One Who Writes Existence

Author, God or Plaything? Zar had just finished writing the prologue of his magnum opus—The Nexus Verse—a boundless verse of multiverses, godlike beings, and an elite academy meant to shape the strongest entities in existence. Years of meticulous world-building, complex power systems, and lore so deep it could drown a god… and yet, it was all just fiction. Until it wasn’t. On the night of his 22nd birthday, reality itself fractured. In an instant, he was torn from his world—only to awaken within the Nexus Verse as one of its rulers. There was just one problem. He had only written the prologue. Everything beyond that? Scattered notes. Unfinished ideas. Incomplete power systems. The vast, living, breathing multiverse around him was full of gaps he never filled. The beings he once considered mere characters now had wills of their own, and some of them were already far beyond his control. To make matters worse, the Nexus Academy—his ultimate creation, the battleground where gods and devils alike trained to surpass reality—had just started its entrance exam. And somehow, he was now part of it. Armed with only a mysterious system, fragmented knowledge of his own lore, and the terrifying realization that he may have made this world far too overpowered, Zar has only one goal: Survive. Because in a world where destroying a multiverse is just a Tuesday challenge, where ancient beings lurk in the void waiting for a single mistake, and where the strongest warriors wield power beyond his comprehension... Being the author doesn’t mean he’s the one in control. After all, if this verse was created… what destroyed the others? *****For fans of: Overpowered protagonists, cosmic-level world-building, reality-defying battles, eldritch horrors, and gods who fear greater forces. Additional tags #Gods #Devil #Ancient beings #Creators #Monarchs #OverpoweredBeings ---------------------------- ALERT! The main story begins in Volume 2. Discord link - https://discord.gg/2sM5QrxBtS And you know someone was asking for Mass release (•↓•), So A new Rule. 100 Power stone= 1 extra chapter (4 left)
MOXRAZ · 77K Views

TRUSTED CRYPTO RECOVERY EXPERT; INSIGHTS FROM BITCOIN RECOVERY EXPERT

Losing $850,000 in Bitcoin is no joke, but mine became one when it did. After a gut-wrenching world comedy tour, I plowed my well-earned crypto profits into planning to finally take it easy at a beach home and pen my magnum opus, a sitcom about my disastrous stand-ups in hotel lobbies. I had one afternoon of three hours' sleep and awful coffee when I received an email asking me to take an exclusive streaming deal for my special. My ego traveled faster than my brain. Within seconds, I had input my wallet information into what was, in fact, a phishing scam so convincing it would have its own Netflix show. When the shock hit that my $850,000 worth of Bitcoin had vanished, I laughed. Not the nice kind. The deranged, post-trauma type. Picture a clown sobbing into his oversized shoes. That was me. I stumbled onto X (formerly Twitter), humiliating myself for being outwitted by cyber thieves. "Headlining my next show: 'How to Lose Your Life Savings in Under 60 Seconds'!" The tweet went viral, but the likes didn't fill the financial black hole in my chest. Then, a glimmer of hope slipped into my DMs. A fan – God bless them – sent me to Cyber Constable Intelligence. I was hesitant but desperate, so I contacted their crew. Their response was faster than my tightest set. They didn't beat around the bush. Crypto recovery is complex, but their experts were ready to hunt down my stolen cash like digital bloodhounds. Every report from them was suspense interspersed with relief, as if I were watching my own private financial thriller unfold. They traced the path of the scammer from a series of offshore servers, following the labyrinth of blockchain money laundering schemes. Their craft was the kind of precision that I could only dream of having when I failed on stage in front of 3,000 in Vegas. After 18 nail-sucking days, they succeeded. The funds were in my pocket again. I teared up on stage at my following performance. That night, I closed out my set with a dedication to the real MVPs: "I thought comedians were Cybers, making trauma humorous. But the real Cybers are Cyber Constable Intelligence They recover stolen Bitcoin! "The crowd went wild. And all thanks to Cyber Constable Intelligence, so did my bank account. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp: 1 252378-7611 Website info; www.cyberconstableintelligence.com Email Info cyberconstable@coolsite.net Telegram Info: https://t.me/cyberconstable
Johnston_Watkins · 780 Views

Ultimate Universe The Elemental Madness

Introduction In a sprawling universe teeming with Devs, Devis, superheroes, and villains, a cosmic tapestry unfolds, woven by the divine hand of Omkar, the god of gods. With boundless creativity, Omkar birthed countless universes, each with its own destiny. In each universe, Omkar’s magnum opus, a trio of celestial beings emerged—the illustrious Trimurti. Lord Brahma, the master of creation, Lord Vishnu, the guardian of preservation, and Lord Shiva, the harbinger of destruction, commanded awe and reverence, earning the collective title of Trimurti from their celestial peers. As the universe flourished under their watchful gaze, Trimurti bestowed unique powers upon an array of Devs and Devis, crafting a pantheon of extraordinary beings. Among them, the valiant Dev Indra was anointed as the leader, guiding the others with divine wisdom and strength. Yet, not all creations were as benign. To maintain cosmic balance, the Trimurti created formidable monsters known as rakshas and asura. However, these creatures, driven by a thirst for power and a desire to conquer the world, waged war against the Devs and Devis. The indomitable Trimurti, alongside their faithful Devs and Devis, rallied against the onslaught, cunningly sealing the ferocious beasts within the depths of Patal Lok, a realm hidden away from mortal eyes. To secure these prisons, intricate keys were forged by the skilled hands of Dev Vishvakarma, locking away the menace for eternity. With the menace contained, the Devs and Devis retreated to Swarglok, a realm of unparalleled serenity. Yet, tranquility alone couldn’t quell their ambitions. A collective decision was reached among the deities to create five elemental rings, infused with the raw power of cosmic energy—a force transcending mortal comprehension. These rings were designed to empower worthy beings to maintain cosmic balance. Dev Vishvakarma lent his divine craftsmanship to shape elemental stones, complementary to the rings, yet bereft of the ability to choose their owners. With their creation complete, the five rings were safeguarded within separate chambers, veiled in secrecy and shrouded in enigma. Their exact locations remained a mystery, whispered only among the Devs and Devis themselves. Eons passed, the echoes of legends fading into the annals of time. Until one fateful day, when a single individual, against all odds, gathered the rings and unleashed the incarcerated terrors from Patal Lok. Chaos erupted, and the universe trembled in the wake of unprecedented devastation. Yet, even in the darkest hour, the Devs and Devis rallied, vanquishing the assailant and vowing to withhold direct intervention in the affairs of the universe. Retreating once more to Swarglok, they concealed the rings within their chambers, their exact fate uncertain. Some believed the chambers fell apart through the passage of time, while others whispered of a sinister hand deliberately shattering the barriers that guarded the rings. Now, as the cosmic sands of destiny shift, the search for these celestial artifacts begins anew. Whispers of their existence flutter amidst the starry expanse, waiting to be discovered by those bold enough to embark on an extraordinary quest, where the fate of the universe hangs in the balance.
UltimateUniverse · 1K Views

Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”
Fredrick_Udele · 28.1K Views
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