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The Nexus Developer: Akashic Records System

Forty-eight years after the Convergence, the world still struggles to adapt to the drastic changes brought by mystical portals that unleashed mana and supernatural creatures. In District 43 (Grande Bangu), Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, young Arcanist Angelina Silva emerges as a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of corruption and conflict. One day, Angelina awakens with memories of her counterpart from a world untouched by the horrors of the Convergence and unlocks access to the Akashic System, a vast network of knowledge from the multiverse. Determined to revive pop culture and restore the quality of films and games now reduced to mediocre productions, Angelina uses her magical abilities to create works that inspire and empower. Facing the constant threat of being snatched by the militia led by the fearsome Big Z, Angelina finds strength and support in her allies Rafael "Rafa" Mendes, a dual-class Rogue-Ranger Manauser, and Miguel “Mike” Antunes Rodrigues, a protective arcane guardian. Together, they embark on an epic journey to develop a revolutionary game that awakens latent Manausers and inspires resistance against oppressive forces. But the challenges are many. In a scenario where magic, technology, and the power of imagination intertwine and complement each other, Angelina's struggle to turn her creative vision into reality is a constant battle against corruption, oppression, and the adversities of the post-Convergence world. "The Nexus Developer: Akashic Records System" is a tale of resistance, creativity, and friendship, where the power of imagination, magic, and technology unite in understanding humanity's resilience in a world in ruins. Follow Angelina Silva on her mission to revitalize pop culture and uncover the hidden secrets of a universe full of mysteries and endless possibilities. Get ready for an engaging narrative that explores the strength of the human spirit, the importance of art, and the magic that can be found in every act of creation. --- Patreon: Anjels Link: patreon.com/Anjels
Angellunnares · 4.6K Views

[BL] Records of a Peach Blossom's Journey

Leon Wang was 19 years old. Right after graduating high school. He immediately entered the workforce. Shifting from multiple jobs with minimal pay, he struggled to afford his rent. Like any usual day, he left his apartment to go to work. Checking the time on his phone, he walked across the street. He was tired the night before and overslept. Now he was rushing to work. All of a sudden, he heard a blaring honk to his left. The next moment, all his senses were filled with insufferable pain. 'Ah, I haven't checked in for the daily mission today.' He thought in grievance and unwillingness before everything turned dark. * * "LordKittyCat, do me a favor just this one time!" "For the nth time, my name is not LordKittyCat! It's system No. 369!" "Isn't there a beginner protection period for my first world?! Why isn't it working cause your lovely, handsome, and amazing host will soon die any second now!" "You stupid braindead host! You had to let your impulsive thoughts control you and now my internal system is malfunctioning so I can't connect to the main server!" * * Leon Wang was a game addict before his passing. It was just one game that he was obsessed with and it was a trash game that no one played. Like a psychotic cult follower worshiping his god. After gaining consciousness after his death, he met his System, No. 369. With a pet system companion and a golden finger that followed him after his death, he traveled through the universe. Entering one world after another, he realized that there was a mystery to his soul's origin. * * Advised, NO ONE 17 AND UNDER.
Duluang · 29.9K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 692.5K Views

Descent to The World of Chaos

Mary, before being known as the Child of Slaughter, was once a weak and sickly orphan from a blue star called Earth. On that humble planet, she was unremarkable—a faceless figure among the countless souls resigned to their quiet and lonely demise. Her life was ordinary, fleeting, and insignificant. But fate had other plans Without warning, Mary was torn from her peaceful world and was thrust into the World of Chaos, a realm of unrelenting chaos and destruction Stripped of the mundane comforts of her former life, she struggled to adapt, clinging to survival with her frail body. Yet no amount of resolve could shield her from the harshness of this new reality Eventually the cruelty of her circumstances broke her, shattering her innocence and forging her into a cold, unyielding machine of war—a tool for survival in a world that demanded blood and sacrifice But even in the abyss, there remained a faint glimmer of hope As Mary encountered Ethan Bright, the Archduke of Dreams. He was the embodiment of perfection—a being feared by the gods and revered by mortals. As the Promised Fifth Celestial, he was destined to bring an end to this madness and become a beacon of hope in a cursed world His very existence gave hope, but hope was never enough. The burning star was eventually extinguished as calamity struck. The world they cherished was reduced to ash, and all they had fought to preserve crumbled Facing the End of Existance, Ethan Bright fell. The Perfect Being, the loving husband, the devoted father–he was no more. What remained was a hollow shell, consumed by guilt and despair. No longer the Archduke of Dreams, he became known as the Sin of Avaritia, a being consumed by insatiable longing and regret In his descent, Ethan embarked on a relentless crusade, hunting monsters and demons with unmatched ferocity. His wrath spared none as he left a trail of ruin in his wake, consumed by his vendetta against the Celestials Allies and friends who sought to save or stop him fell one by one, unable to endure the merciless path he had chosen Through it all, only one remained—Mary. She was the last tether to his shattered humanity, the one constant in his spiral of destruction. She was all he had left to protect, the only reminder of the man he used to be Confronted by the weight of his sins and the irreversible consequences of his actions, Ethan became known as The One Who Wished, a being who chased the impossible—atonement for an irredeemable past. Consumed by regret, he desperately sought a way to undo the damage he had wrought. Every effort proved fruitless, yet he pressed on, clinging to the faintest sliver of hope So at the face of an inevitable end, Ethan made his most desperate and selfish choice. He cursed Mary with a twisted form of immortality, one born of his own shattered dreams and unyielding desire to see her live on. It was a cruel gift, an unbreakable chain tying her to a future that he has failed to protect Though he expected her hatred and though he deserved her scorn, Ethan still dared to hope. Somewhere in the depths of his heart, he wished for her understanding, for her forgiveness. It was a foolish dream, but it was all he had left And so, Mary endured. Iteration after iteration, their destinies unfolded anew. With each cycle, they changed—growing, learning, diverging from the paths once thought inevitable. This time, they would rise to confront the sins of their past, the burdens of their present, and the sinners of countless timelines This time, Mary and Ethan would defy their predetermined fate. As they would face their irredeemable past and carve a new future from the wreckage of despair Though the question remained: Can they finally escape the chains of their shared torment and bring an end to the suffering that had consumed them for so long? Only time would tell ********************* Hello this is my first novel so there will be a lot mistakes but i hope that you will accompany me through this journey
White_With_Light · 12K Views
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