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Christopher Sabat Zoro Voice

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

"Cronicas de Tharsia 1" La Profecia de los Elegidos

Cuentan los Elfos más viejos que todo empezó con una tormenta cerca del gran lago, después de un gran estruendo aparecieron ellos. Decían ser La Legión IX Hispana, soldados leales de una tierra extraña llamada Roma. Hace ya más de mil años de aquel extraño suceso, Aquellos cinco mil hombres conquistaron gran parte del continente, esclavizaron a elfos y semihumanos por igual, crearon naciones de hombres y su sed de poder no conoce límites. Nubes de llanto y desesperación cubren con su oscuridad el continente de Tharsia. Lousen, uno de los elfos más viejos del Reino de Verama clama sobre una nueva profecía: Cuatro héroes acababan de nacer, y uno de ellos será el salvador de las tribus élficas. Christopher es un jubilado de origen mexicano que visitaba una zona arqueológica en el Perú, cuando de repente se ve envuelto en una intensa luz y es transportado a una extraña tierra; para sorpresa de él, su físico es idéntico al personaje de un videojuego. Los tambores de guerra suenan a lo lejos. ¿Será cierto lo que profetiza Lousen? ¿Habrá nacido el héroe que logrará unir tanto a hombres, como elfos y semihumanos en una misma bandera? ¿Y los otros héroes? ¿Se unirán o se convertirán en enemigos? ¿Y Christopher será parte de la profecía, o solo tuvo la desgracia de estar en el lugar y momentos equivocados? Esta es la historia de uno de estos héroes. Bienvenido a las Crónicas de Tharsia “Aquelarre de Asesinos”
RyogaRizo · 1.9K 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 · 1.2K Views
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