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Makoto Niijima Voice

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1M Views

Rebirth of the primordial sovereign

Synopsis In a world where cultivation defines one's destiny, Makoto awakens from the brink of death in a shattered body that barely clings to life. Stripped of his strength, his meridians broken, and his cultivation abolished, Makoto faces a cruel reality—a life of weakness in a sect that prizes power above all else. But Makoto is no ordinary cultivator. Unbeknownst to the world, he is the reincarnation of an ancient being, the creator of all martial and cultivation techniques. Once a sovereign who stood at the pinnacle of existence, his soul now resides in a body far weaker than any he has ever known. His memories are fragmented, his power sealed by enemies who sought to destroy him. As Makoto struggles to piece together the truth of his past and the betrayal that led to his downfall, he discovers that the world he once ruled now clings to mere echoes of his original techniques. With nothing but his boundless knowledge and indomitable will, he sets out to reclaim his strength, restore his cultivation, and uncover the conspiracy that shattered his life. But Makoto’s path is fraught with danger. In a sect teeming with deceit and ambition, powerful enemies lurk in the shadows, while the remnants of his forgotten past threaten to resurface. Can Makoto rise once more to the summit of the cultivation world, or will the forces that sealed him away succeed in erasing him forever? This is a tale of rebirth, redemption, and the relentless pursuit of power. The creator has returned, and his second ascension will shake the heavens.
Waidi_Michael · 155 Views

The Omnistore System

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]
J_a_zzy · 2.1M Views

Dreaming Immortal

"Was it worth it?" An ethereal voice sounded in the mind of the young man that was floating in the starry river. This youth has a white long hair and eyebrows that made him look unfettered. However, a hint of sorrow can be felt on his tranquil face. It makes one feel lonely. "I've finally reached the summit of the world. I am now an Immortal." As the young man freely let himself be carried by the currents of time, he looked back to his life that was full of sacrifices and tragedies. "Was it worth it?" The Immortal young man repeated the question of the ethereal voice as tears fell down on his serene closed eyes. "Oh, Heaven." The Immortal's voice sounded in his mind. "If I am an Immortal then, why can't I go back time?" "Oh, child." The ethereal voice replied. "There is no such thing as going back time. The world only revolves forward. Time itself is only a concept; to put description to the events, to the happenings, to the certainties.." "..even I, the Heaven itself, do not have this kind of omnipotent power. As after all, it does not exist." The Immortal let out a mouthful of air full of indignant feeling as he opened his eyes that looked like the sun and moon. "I understand that being Immortal is a lonely path, Heaven. Yet, despite prepared, how I wish I did not pursue this after all." "However, you are here already." The ethereal voice responded. "You are not alone, child. You have me to accompany you for the rest of the infinity." Hearing the ethereal voice response, the Immortal only let out a sigh as he mentioned, "Maybe I'm just tired of living, Heaven." "I will bid good night for now." The Immortal's eyes closed once more as he quietly fell back to sleep. "Sweet dreams, Immortal." Seeing this, the Heaven did not stop the Immortal from going back to sleep as its final voice faded.
HeavenSeizer · 1.1K Views
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