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The Last Stand: The Fool and the Regressor

The apocalypse is here, and it’s so overdone. Monsters? Check. Burning sky? Check. Random system that gives you powers but also wants your firstborn? Double check. In the middle of this mess are two guys who couldn’t be more mismatched if they tried: The Fool: A guy who’s spent his life perfecting the art of doing nothing. His resume includes “professional procrastinator”, “class clown”, “expert nap taker”, etc... Now he’s got to survive an apocalypse that didn’t even give him a heads-up. How rude. The Regressor: A guy who’s lived through the end of the world more times than he can count. Literally. Because he forgot. Now he’s just a brooding mess with a leather jacket and zero useful advice. When the fool realizes his classmate is a regressor, he’s like, “Great. I’m stuck with the guy who’s seen it all but remembers none of it. This’ll go well.” Yet, they will still group up and face trials that test their sanity more than their skills. But as the so-called End demands more blood and the regressor’s memories start to resurface, they realize the real apocalypse might be their inability to agree on where to hide. Fool: "Let’s hide in the basement!" Regressor: "Basements are death traps. We should go to the roof." Fool: "Roofs are for dramatic exits. I’m not dying for aesthetics!" Anyway, can a lazy dreamer and an amnesiac hero save the world? Probably not. But hey, at least they’ll have a good story to tell—if they survive. ________ __ Please note that this story is a work of fiction and a product of the author's imagination. It contains scenes of violence, death, and may not be suitable for all readers. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Peace_in_Chaos · 11.6K Views

Wilted Crown

Kun awoke in an unfamiliar world, his past nothing but a hollow void. Wounded and weak, he wandered aimlessly until fate led him to the grand kingdom of Evergloam—a realm of splendor hiding deep, twisted shadows. Taken in by House Ravencourt, one of the kingdom’s four ruling houses, Kun learned the ways of nobility, swordsmanship, and leadership. Yet, whispers followed him, servants cast wary glances, and an unshakable sense of otherness clung to him. But Kun’s life was never meant to be peaceful. Darkness lurked beneath Evergloam’s illusion of prosperity, and when betrayal struck, Kun lost everything once more. Left to fend for himself, he was found by House Duskwhisper, a family of assassins and spies, where he was reshaped into something deadlier, something hidden in the shadows. Yet, the past never stays buried. The lost memories claw at him—the voice calling his name, the flashes of a paradise now in ruins, the overwhelming feeling that someone is waiting for him in the darkness. When he finally unravels the truth, Kun learns that he is no ordinary orphan—he is the key to a war far greater than the kingdom of Evergloam itself. Now, trapped between two forces—one that seeks to claim him and another that seeks to erase him—Kun must uncover the truth behind his origins, the fall of the Lost Paradise, and the two Calyxius who hold the answers to everything. One seeks to protect him. One seeks to own him. And in the end, the darkness within Kun may be the greatest threat of all.
Kunturia · 2.3K Views

The Outcast: The Shadow of The Wall

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."
azvein · 1.5K Views
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