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The God Of Small Things As A Postcolonial

The Throne Of God

This novel is about a boy who was born without magic in the lower realm world, wars of the races, mysteries of the world and forbidden love. Welcome from the dream world! ************************************************* "Before the god was born, there was nothing except blank space. At the moment the god was born, he created the universe along with the planets and rules. And the earth, sky, ocean, gravity and then finally human race, animals and plants. Then humans civilized step by step and finally after thousands of millions of years, human society became what we call 20 IT era, nowadays. That is what your ancestors told you generation after generation. But.....But do you really think those histories are all true? Well, you don't know. So what if I tell you there were more than histories, more than humans, more than a god? Will you believe me? The story I am going to tell you now is the time when the realms were in chaos without a god. Every race was fighing for the throne of god. Some races were fighing for revenge, some for power, some for justice. They were elves, dwarves, beastmans, orges, angels and even demons. Of course, humans too. They were weak but their kingdom, Anthropos, was a good defense against other races. Arthropos was the name of human kingdom in that era. Are you wondering how do I know the history of that era? Well, It is because....." -Megalo(×××××× ×××) ************************************************* Well...I hope you will enjoy. I will try my best to create a great story. Please vote if you enjoy. Feel free to comment and review too. With best wishes. ************************************************* (I do not own the cover photo used in this story. So credit to the original owner and artist. Thanks!)
KazuyaVermillion · 25.8K Views

As the God of Death, I was Struggling to Survive as a Sunfish

Beep Beep An unfamiliar mechanical sound wakes him up. The silvery orb appears under his almond-shaped eyes. His irish gleam in warm light streaming into the hospital room through the big window. "Ugh" The boy with a thin body, felt a little dizzy as he regain consciousness. His obsidian hair looks a bit messy after being unconscious for three months hospitality. But the one who'd just come out of the coma only felt it's only a split second after his heart stabbed by icy-cold sword. Wait, I'm still alive? As he began to realise that he was still alive, Yue Lian's hand reached to his left chest. Badump The sound of the heartbeat on his chest made him hard to believe. This is unbelievable! Yue Lian began to recall the moment he died. He still remembers vividly, how the sword pierced his heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his grayish-dry lips. Although the man face covered with blood and looks like a living corpse with pale bluish skin, but this cannot hide the remaining beauty on his face. It can be said that his face is soft, but not overly delicate, and at the same time exudes an unknown misty allure that would make even a god envious. As the crimson red sky emitting huge orange flame, Yue Lian looks up. His silver orb eyes tremble slightly looking at familliar face. After a moment of silence, he laughs out loud as if his heart had never been stabbed to begin with. "■■■" "■■■" He knew they had a conversation about something at that time, but he didn't know what was said. But even if he can't recall what was he said, he can still feel the deep of sadness in his chest. As if his heart was broken not by other party's sword, but by some unknown reason. Yue Lian tries to recall his memories, but they remain the same. It is as if a mysterious mist blocked half of his memories. And after his death, his soul was somehow trapped in Yue Mian's body. Yue Lian adjusts his thoughts, as he can roughly guess what happened in the past. In his previous life, Yue Lian was once a supreme God who managed the worlds with two other supreme gods. He is the God of Death, who controls the death of mortals, demons, cultivators, or even gods. Because of this power, he's made another god fear and envy him. After remembering his background in his previous life, he was sure that the one who killed him was one of the other two supreme god or even both. He still not sure if the two of supreme god join forces to killed him "Uhm, may I know who are you?" The middle-aged man trembled at his son's polite gesture, as if he was unfamiliar with them. "Don't joke around! I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm different from your father. I won't fall for your tricks, kid." "Father, please don't said that! Mian-mian already in coma for 3 months! How can it be fake?!" "You fool! This is not the first time this brat done this kind of ridiculous ploy" After the conversation between father and son, which was more of a debate, Yue Lian was sure that the original owner was a troublemaker who often played tricks on his family. But still, it's impossible for human personality to be that superficial, isn't it? Like a fire that cannot burn without smoke. Yue Lian still needs to investigate the reason why his soul didn't go to the reincarnation circle, but was sucked into Mian-mian's body instead.
Liyold · 1.2K Views
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