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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_ · 15.7K Views

Chronicles of Verek

The skies had not always been so dark. The winds had not always howled with such ferocity, nor had the land known the curse of endless war. Yet on the day Varek was born, the heavens tore open as though they sought to swallow the world in flames. A tempest unlike any seen in centuries ravaged the land—a fury of lightning, rain, and earth-shattering winds, heralding the arrival of something... something that the old gods themselves feared. In the time before his birth, the seers had whispered of it, their eyes clouded with dread. The Chosen One—the Stormborn—would come, they said, carrying a blade forged in fire, one that would either bring salvation or doom. It was written in the stars, and no power in the world could change that. The prophecy spoke of the one who would stand against the tide of darkness and the coming of the Raven King, but the price of this power would be great. And so it was that when Varek was born, the winds howled, and the earth trembled, for the mark of ruin had been sealed upon him. The world wept that night, for no child should ever bear such a burden. Yet Varek did not weep. He knew not the weight of the world at that moment. But in the days that followed, the cost of his existence would become clear. The wolves of the north took him in after his mother’s death—a woman who had given her life to bring him into the world. His father—once a powerful warlord—was slain by those who had sworn to protect him. And so Varek was left to the wilderness, where the wolves raised him. They did not care for prophecy, fate, or the gods. They cared only for survival. Varek grew up wild, untamed, bound to the land, the forests, and the creatures who roamed them. His white hair—a mark of his birthright—stood out against the shadows of the wilderness, the color of frost and storm. He learned to hunt, to fight, and to survive in the harshest of conditions. But all the while, something inside him grew, something ancient and restless. The blade of his destiny, forged in the stars, had already begun to take shape. And it would not be denied.
Edwards_Libebe · 5.9K Views

The Arcane Gear - Rebirth of the Lazy Mechanic

In a world where women hold power and men are rare, a boy wakes up alone in the depths of one of the most dangerous forests. He has memories—some hazy, some painfully clear. Memories of a life before, where he had once been an energetic boy, a budding mechanical engineer, before tragedy drained all color from his world. Now, he is twelve again, orphaned once more, surviving off berries and instinct, waiting for parents he knows will never return. But fate does not let him stay forgotten. One night, an injured group of adventurers stumbles into his quiet existence. Unbeknownst to him, they are no ordinary travelers—they are a princess and her elite soldiers, wounded after a deadly battle against a notorious criminal. When they seek shelter in his fragile hut, he reluctantly offers them aid—not out of kindness, but because he knows all too well the pain of losing people. What starts as a simple act of charity turns into something more. As they recover, the women begin to question the strange boy who lives alone in the deadly wilderness. His words, his habits, his view of the world—nothing about him fits his age. And when they witness his quiet sorrow, the way he cries in his sleep, they begin to wonder... Who is he, really? And more importantly—can they convince him to leave before this forest swallows him whole? A tale of second chances, reluctant bonds, and a boy who has lost too much, set in a world where survival is never guaranteed.
Isekai_Dreamer_07 · 716 Views

The Chronicles of Astrenveil

In a world where every living being wields a mysterious source of power called the Ring Core, Lucian Solryn, a young noble, embarks on a journey that transcends fate. Reborn from a modern world into the majestic realm of Astrenveil, Lucian quickly learns that the Ring Core is more than just an ethereal energy—it is the foundation of magic, strength, and survival. As he begins to uncover the secrets of his new existence, Lucian finds himself thrust into a society teeming with elemental magic, political intrigue, and ancient mysteries. The colors of the Ring Core define one’s strength, but a prophecy whispers of a power beyond even the rarest hues—a destiny that ties Lucian to an ancient dragon, a forgotten legacy, and a fate that could reshape the world. Journey through thriving cities, uncharted forests, and castles suspended between heaven and earth as Lucian trains to awaken his dormant powers. Along the way, he will face trials of courage, friendships forged in fire, and an unexpected romance that could alter his path forever. With each step, Lucian edges closer to the truth: the Ring Core is not just a source of power—it is a link to something far greater. But in a world where strength rules, will Lucian rise to the challenge, or will the weight of destiny crush him before he can fulfill his potential? The Chronicles of Astrenveil is a tale of reincarnation, magic, and the unyielding will to break free from limits and embrace a destiny beyond imagination.
Velatrix · 9.5K Views

Bell Abyss: The Corpse Falls Chronicle

Title: Abyssal Chimes Genre: Cosmic Folk Horror / Time-Bending Thriller *Synopsis:* In the fog-shrouded valley of Corpse Falls Town, where pagoda trees bleed and construction sites exhale the breath of the dead, antiques dealer Lin Moyu becomes entangled in a temporal curse older than the Ming Dynasty. When a smuggled Bronze Bell covered in corpse wax appears in his shop, its cursed chimes fracture reality, revealing three overlapping timelines: a 15th-century massacre of shaman priests, a modern archaeological expedition’s disappearance, and Lin’s own complicity in a catastrophic urban development project three years prior. As the Bell’s vibrations summon corpse soldiers from limestone caves and warp digital devices into occult artifacts, Lin discovers every victim’s skull sprouts bronze roots connecting to an underground Bone Pagoda. The town’s "residents" are revealed as echoic phantoms—their deaths endlessly reenacted through cursed objects: QR codes that rewrite memories, livestreams broadcast from decaying eyeballs, and concrete mixed with ground funerary coins. Key horrors unfold through fractal revelations: - The Bell’s Sanskrit inscriptions are quantum codes predicting Lin’s own autopsy report - Construction blueprints from 2021 contain hidden blood sacrifice diagrams - Missing archaeologists are found fused with Ming dynasty burial silks, their smartphones playing war drums from 1423 The cosmic truth emerges through temporal bleeding: Corpse Falls Town exists in a "wound" between timelines, sustained by an ouroboros of guilt. Every character is simultaneously victim and perpetrator across centuries—Lin’s father designed the dam that awakened ancient curses, while Lin himself becomes the Ming general who first ordered mass executions to silence the shamans. *Themes:* - Guilt as a self-replicating cosmic force - Technology as modern necromancy (5G towers as spirit poles, cloud storage as soul jars) - Archaeological colonialism’s cyclical violence *Closing Paradox:* In the fractal finale, Lin must let the Bell annihilate all timelines—including his own birth—to break the curse. Yet the final page reveals this manuscript itself is a cursed object, its words rearranging to implicate whoever reads it in the next cycle of atrocities. *Comp Titles:* - *Annihilation* meets *The Ring* in Guillermo del Toro’s *Pan’s Labyrinth* - *Dark (Netflix)* collides with Junji Ito’s *Uzumaki* - *The Southern Reach Trilogy* rewritten as Ming dynasty occult procedural Hook: Every technological artifact you use—from subway QR codes to wireless earbuds—becomes a gateway to ancestral horror in this narrative ouroboros where reading the book implicates you in its curse.
shancha03 · 336 Views
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