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From Ash, We Build

Kairo Veldt was just another man lost in routine — a quiet job, a quiet life, and dreams that never left the blueprint stage. As a safety manager at a woodworking shop, he spent more time watching others build than creating for himself. But one ordinary morning, the world changed. Without warning, reality fractured. His workplace dissolved, time froze, and a single word echoed through his soul: Create. Kairo awakens in a vast, untamed land — a place without cities, without history, without even a sky he recognizes. Others have arrived too, dazed and disoriented, drawn from different lives by something unseen. There is no instruction. No guide. Only a strange structure standing in the middle of an open field: a stone pillar called the Job Stone One by one, the Job Stone assigns each new arrival a role — Fighter, Pathfinder, Builder — based not on choice, but on some buried truth in their hearts. When Kairo is named Builder, a simple chisel appears in his hand. And in that moment, everything changes. What begins as a struggle to survive — crafting shelter, foraging food, navigating wild terrain — soon becomes something larger. Kairo starts to build not just tools and structures, but order. Systems. A way forward. He earns trust, enemies, and influence. But with creation comes conflict. Others seek to lead, to control, or to destroy what’s being built. And beyond the visible dangers of the land — orcs, beasts, even intelligent creatures — lies a greater truth: this world is reactive. It remembers. It grows. It punishes weakness, and rewards legacy. As new “waves” of arrivals appear, each starting with nothing, Kairo must choose what kind of world he’s building — and whether it’s meant for everyone, or just those strong enough to shape it. But the more he builds, the more his memories slip away. Names. Faces. Even the feeling of home. What remains is the instinct to craft, the chisel in his hand… and a vision etched into his soul: A world worth living in. A world built by human hands.
NoahTheGoat900 · 2.2K Views

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_ · 31.2K Views

Reborn As A Ring

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.
Soul_Monarch000 · 49.6K Views

The Rings of Sovereignty

In a world reshaped by the collapse of ancient kingdoms, the death of the legendary Kings of Fire, Thunder, Beasts, Order, and Chaos marked the dawn of a new era. The once-mighty kingdoms have crumbled, giving way to modern states, but the potent legacy of these monarchs remains in the form of five mystical rings. Each ring embodies the unique power of its former ruler, offering unimaginable strength to those who dare to claim them. As the dust of the old world settles, a shadowy organization emerges, masquerading as an archaeological expedition in search of ancient relics. Their true mission, however, is far more sinister: to unearth these rings, believed to be weapons of unparalleled power, capable of shifting the global balance. Alric Kincaid is a brilliant young scholar at Harvard University, on the cusp of graduation with a thesis on the elusive deep state. His academic pursuits take an unexpected turn when he becomes embroiled in a deadly international conspiracy. One fateful night, after a harrowing encounter with Russian intelligence agents, Alric is wounded and finds himself hiding near a forgotten statue, its hand adorned with a mysterious ring. Driven by a blend of curiosity and survival instincts, Alric takes the ring, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that will alter the course of history. As he examines the artifact at home, he discovers its connection to the lost kings and the immense power it holds. The ring becomes both a beacon and a curse, drawing attention from powerful factions and individuals who would stop at nothing to possess it. With danger lurking at every turn, Alric must navigate a treacherous world of espionage, ancient secrets, and political intrigue. As he unravels the mystery of the rings, he realizes that the future of nations hangs in the balance. Alric is thrust into a race against time to prevent the resurgence of chaos and tyranny, armed only with his wits, the enigmatic ring, and the reluctant allies he gathers along the way. In a story that blends the mystique of ancient powers with the relentless pace of a modern thriller, "The Rings of Sovereignty" explores the enduring conflict between order and chaos, the burden of power, and the choices that shape destinies. Will Alric succeed in keeping the rings from falling into the wrong hands, or will the world witness the return of a forgotten era's dark reign?
Amin_Gharbi · 19.2K Views
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