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Legacy of the Lost Age

In "Legacy of the Lost Age," an ancient god-king awakens from centuries of slumber, finding himself stripped of divine power and cast into a mortal body. The world he once ruled is unrecognizable, his once-glorious empire now lost to myth and legend. Where he once walked as a being of light, revered and feared, his name and legacy have been twisted into tales of ruin and curses. Villagers whisper of "Lost Ones," ancient beings of immense power who vanished from history, leaving behind relics that are now regarded as forbidden and dangerous. Confused yet resolute, the fallen god-king embarks on a journey to reclaim his forgotten legacy. Guided by faint echoes of his former self, he discovers remnants of his past scattered across the land—old shrines, enchanted artifacts, and places of power that have faded into obscurity. Along the way, he encounters Nia, a young girl drawn to the mysteries of the old world. Through her eyes, he begins to understand how fear and reverence have morphed his legacy into a warning tale, casting shadows over his once-respected rule. But his journey is fraught with danger. Ancient forces lurk in the darkness, entities that have grown powerful in his absence, corrupting the very essence of his world. To restore his power, he must face formidable foes and unlock secrets long buried, risking the wrath of those who would prefer the past remain forgotten. As he reclaims each piece of his former strength, the god-king must confront a critical choice: will he rebuild his empire as the god he once was, or reshape his legacy to protect the people who fear him? The path he walks could either restore the world to its former glory—or plunge it further into darkness.
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Age of Dreams

"In dreams we met so I kept dreaming. Even the solstice gone, it is better to risk the stars and to seek you forever than to lose my dreams about you in a moment." /Teaser Quote/ In the beginning, the word is a chaos. The skies moore at nothingness and the planets crush against each other. Asteroids plunged like enemies at night and so is their downfall to Heath. The breathing world. A sphere of galvanizing light and freshness. At last, no chaos. Heath is gods' first love and everything is created about that world. Even so, realms are created. One of which is Ageas—a dreaming dimension where the night ruled civilizations and the moon danced longer than the sun. The creation of hunters (men) and the Winged-ones occured. Even bearing an honorable name as the second sons of Heath, the distinction between the people grows thicker. The Winged-ones proved their strength and wisdom and they are now heralded as the superior of hunters or mortals known in the land. Given that the hunters lose a place in the upper universe, these mortals are more knowledgeable in crops and herbary and poisoned thousands of Winged-ones in the Great Division where Gods finally finished the creation of Heath. The rulers of Aegeas remain with the blood of Winged-ones or also known as the dream configurors and so hatred grew and chaos reign supreme at Heath where power is diminished to one group at a time. When the Winged-ones became more corruptive for wealth and power rushed into their head, unknowingly, the shed blood bequeath a weapon against their greed.
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Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
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