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Birth of the Ruler: The Emergence of the Primordial Race

Tags: Celestials, Demons, Titans, Magic, .... Before Earth’s destruction, Zion was involved in a tragic accident that caused his soul to escape the planet. This event spared him from witnessing the catastrophic disaster that annihilated all life, leaving no living creature behind. However, Earth and every soul connected to it underwent an on imaginable distribution as they got refined by the Celestial being for its mysterious purpose. Both souls and matter were erased from existence. After 1,000 cosmic years, Zion was reborn as a Titan, a member of the legendary Primordial Race. Myths tell of how, after creating the Seven Heavens and the Seven Hells, the Cosmos populated them with two opposing forces: the Celestial Race, who adhered to cosmic laws to refine their divinity, and the Demon Race, who defied those same laws in their pursuit of power. But the Celestials and Demons were not the Cosmos’ final creations. A third race was unintentionally born, the Primordials, beings capable of bending the very laws of reality. Feared for their overwhelming power, their existence threatened the delicate balance of creation. To prevent chaos, the Cosmos sacrificed itself, using its own essence to seal the Primordials at the edge of the Void, far beyond the reach of the heavens and hells. Zion, born as the first true Primordial through natural birth, an act that defied cosmic laws, became a member of the Nihiliths, a noble Void Primordial clan. His unique existence granted him unparalleled abilities to manipulate the fabric of reality itself, marking him as a being of extraordinary potential. But his life was far from easy. The Celestials and Demons, unable to rival the Primordials’ power, discovered loopholes in the ancient seal. Out of envy and greed, they began abducting newborn Primordials, exploiting their essence for twisted experiments, weapons, and forbidden alchemy. Zion uncovers a dark truth: the destruction of Earth was not a natural catastrophe but a calculated act to prevent humanity’s evolution into a race capable of rivaling the heavens. Now, Zion must rise as the leader of the scattered and sealed Primordials. He must unite his people, protect them from the relentless schemes of Celestials and Demons, and uncover the secrets behind the Cosmos’ ultimate sacrifice. To reclaim the Primordials’ rightful place in the universe, Zion must embrace his full potential, even if it means bending the laws of creation itself and challenging the balance of existence. releasing days: Monday, Wednesday, Friday
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The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.
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The Beginning Of The End

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..
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