Mlpning Dust

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is nothing more than a flash of mottled light. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sadness that the ending is predetermined. Where will you and I be thousands of years later? The country, the fire of civilization, and the earth are nothing more than a speck of dust in the deep space. The starry sky is a moment, and the human world is a thousand years. The chirping of insects is only autumn, and you and I are fighting for it. What is at the end of the deep space?

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.

Born of the remains of a nuclear war, caused by a simple mistake of humanity, a new world was born from dust. The [[High Prodigies]], nigh-omniscient humans with morbid curiosities, garnered the support of all of humanity and developed technological marvels that far surpassed that of the old Earth, creating a cyborg utopia in the form of a human alliance between entire worlds. But, on this gruesome balance of avarice and strife, how long will the facade of peace last before the alliance is set ablaze, just like the Earth of the previous age?

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted its wielder otherworldly power. Countless powerful Magi from all across the universe waged an epic battle over it. When the dust settled from their fierce clash, the artifact disappeared, awaiting to be inherited by one with great destiny. Adam dreamed of breaking free from the grip of poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. However, learning magic was an expensive aspiration. Not only did it require talent, but also vast resources, neither of which he had. But one day everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Join my discord: https://discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"

The Immortal Way, how arduous it is! Especially in this Immortal Cultivation World, which has been drastically changed by a plague! Mortals carry the disease, and when Immortals come into contact with them, they are liable to suffer a decrease in their cultivation, and in the worst case, end up Returning to the heavens. This has made Mortals and Immortals eternally separate entities. The Immortal Law cannot be jointly cultivated, turning the entire Immortal Cultivation World into a vast dark forest. ...... Li Fan, having travelled through time, despite having boundless ambitions, can only toil within the mortal dust, wasting away his whole life. Fortunately, just before death, he finally awakens an odd treasure which can turn the real into the fake - transforming his real life into a vivid dream, enabling him to return to the time right after he travelled through time. Therefore, Li Fan began his long Road to Immortality! In his second life, Li Fan, over the course of fifty years, overturned the power balance of the world, yet he searched everywhere and failed to find a trace of Immortals, only managing to see the traces of an Immortal at the very end of his life. In his third life, despite Li Fan exhausting his spirit and wits and laying out all sorts of schemes, he still couldn’t withstand a single strike from an Immortal! In his fourth life...... ...... I, Li Fan, a mere mortal, have no regrets even after a hundred lifetimes, I only seek Immortality!

The young Katie, as bright as the sun, as proud as a swan, with a family of bamboo horses, a rich and happy family, but one day an illegitimate daughter broke in and broke all these beautiful, the sun was dusty, and the culprit rose high in the sky. When she saw the culprit rising high, she set her sights on her favorite moon, Liam. Then she pretended to love him. No one believed her, but he did. When the Chris family, a century-old family, disappeared overnight, the young master Liam lived in the Chor family and met Katie, the daughter of the Chor family who also lost her parents, and her smile was at the tip of his heart. The embarrassment of the situation made him realize that it was not the sun for him, but the sun did shine on him for a moment, and from then on, his heart was delusional. The dust and fog cleared, his love was known to all, but she scorned it or even kicked it away, and "She does not want me, is really do not want ah" heartbroken helpless teenagers huddled in the dark corners of the room, issued a burst of trembling choking sound, when the dabbling game country times began, excellent hunters know the strategy of desire to be indulgent, but the first to move the heart of the person is always a loser, Liam full of hatred, a cloudy, icy cold voice opening: "Do you regret it?" Seeing the woman's eyes full of humiliation, Liamn's lips slightly hooked, cold words of mockery: "The same tactics, the original in I do not love you when it seems so poor! Ah!" Finally, the haughty little swan gently lowered her neck and was too sour to do it, the excellent hunter was in a hurry. "You lied to me again; didn't you say you will make it up to me this time?" "I'm very good at hunting." "I can take the initiative as well." Arrogant Heartthrob Black Swan vs. Dark and Brooding Hunter

The Fourth Prince wants his father to cut Iba Algi some slack. Only ten, almost eleven, she’s no threat to the ruling dynasty of Great Yao. The Third Prince wants everyone to get along, but carries a big sword in case he needs to cut a fool. Baltukhasar used to be the Second Prince. After behaving badly, he started killing bad guys in the Northwest Territory to atone. Crown Princess Esmaralde wants her space. If she doesn’t get it, well, she’s called Goddess of Glaives for a reason. Bon Bao thinks the Fourth Prince is cuter than a demonic red panda. He doesn’t need big swords or heavy glaives on account of so many muscles. Flex. Pin Fun isn’t cuter than a demonic red panda, but he’s cute enough for Iba Algi to save him from a lich. Special Agent Dust has a job to do and does it well. If everyone else were as dedicated to their work, she wouldn’t have a job at all. Screw that. Garrett’s just a nice guy with great abs trying to get by in a changing world. Iba Algi doesn’t think it was very nice for First Qianqiu Emperor to imprison the God of War four thousand years ago. Though only ten, almost eleven, she intends to do something about that.

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

[ITS MY SECOND NOVEL] [TO THOSE WHO ARE INTERESTED IN EXTRA SETTING CAN CHECK OUT MY 1ST NOVEL] --------- "Why is the world so cruel? Power decides everything, and those without it are nothing but dust beneath the feet of the strong." Kim Eun Woo lived a quiet, ordinary life—unremarkable, forgotten, and longing for meaning. His only escape was in the pages of fantasy novels, where heroes rose from nothing and magic defied the laws of reality. But when he opened his eyes one day, Eun woo found himself no longer in his mundane world. He had been transported into the very novel he followed so closely. Yet fate was cruel. He wasn’t the protagonist, a sidekick, or even a villain. He was an extra—Kael Riveheart—a nameless, powerless figure in the shadow of Aurelius D'Verta, the destined hero of the story. In this world ruled by magic, Kael had none. He was an anomaly, out of place and forgotten, in a world where only power mattered. "Why was I brought here if all I’m meant to do is suffer? Why must I live in a world that crushes the weak beneath its heel?" Kael’s frustration grows as he watches Aurelius rise, heralded as the world’s savior. The rules of the world are set in stone: without magic, Kael is doomed to remain irrelevant, a mere speck in the grand narrative. But Kael refuses to be erased. Determined to find meaning in this cruel existence, he resolves to carve his own path in a world that deems him worthless. Armed with nothing but his will and a strange power that repels magic itself. "If the world refuses to give me a role, I’ll make one for myself. They may have magic, but I’ll show them that even the powerless can defy fate." ---------

Before humanity turned to dust after the strongest abyss monarch "Arhat, the lord of magic" destroyed it with his magic. Freddy Verdance, the last standing of the last resistance had died. However ========================= ⟨⟨==Your soul was willingly offered up as a sacrifice==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==Sacrifice was completed==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==Back to the past begins, with an exclusive option called "Sacrifice" included==⟩⟩ ========================= At that time. Tick, tick. Tick, tick. Suddenly, the hands of time began to rotate in the opposite direction. ========================= ⟨⟨==The god of sacrifice returned you to the past==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==The god of sacrifice wishes you good luck in this new opportunity==⟩⟩ ========================= *** It was strange. Because he felt alive and not dead. ========================= ⟨⟨==Congratulations, you just woke up your class==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==Now you can see the system==⟩⟩ ========================= He managed to return to the past by the sudden message from a god. He even woke up as an awakened one when he was not.

He was an orphan with mediocre aptitude and a humble background. Through perseverance and an unwillingness to settle for mediocrity, he practiced cultivation desperately. By a stroke of luck, he awakened the Ancient Martial Soul, long extinct in this world, and from that moment on, his rise was unstoppable, like a comet soaring high, embarking on a cultivation journey to dominate the world. Starting as a beggar who was bullied by others, he began to shine with each step, entering into an era of chaos where Sects are numerous, talents abound, the Ten Thousand Clans vie for power, and human heroes emerge one after another in a vast and magnificent world. With the 'Tyrant Sky Martial Soul', he vowed to forge his own myth!

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Follow the story of a young man named Kai, who never gave up despite all the horrible things that has happened in his life since he was a mere boy. The life of any creature in any world is but a mere speck of dust in comparison to something as grand as the universe. But things are different when Kai gets abducted by something hiding in a dark corner of the universe and the aftermath is but a mix of both good and bad events. After years since his escape, a series of events leads him to now go on a journey to find himself again, make some new allies along the way and maybe even save a world.

|Mafia boss×Mafia's son| Warning: extremely mature content. - Couple one: Despite her trying to sound cool, he could hear her slight pants. "What were you doing?" He asked, forgetting everything. That's how it was for them. They could be in the middle of the most serious issue yet the slightest change in their breathing would make the other curious. "If I say that I was, or more like, am fingering myself while thinking about you, would you come here and f*ck me?" She said while putting two fingers inside of herself. A moan left her lips and his d*ck hardened on the other side. "F*ck, Andrew, ah," she was moaning on purpose, to get a reaction out of him. She wanted to test him till he broke and later fulfilled her with his entire being. She knew that she wasn't supposed to want him and so did he but the heart wants what the heart wants. And forbidden fruits always taste better. - All of a sudden, he moved a little away and by not feeling the same sensation as before, she opened her eyes with an annoyed look. She was almost about to come. "Why did you stop -" she was cut off by her own moan. He did the most unthinkable thing. He slapped her pu*sy. She thought that it would hurt her but it had the exact opposite reaction. It ended up sending an electric shock through her body but one that was filled with pleasure. She was looking at him with pleading eyes. She didn't know what she wanted him to do but she wanted something from him and he understood even though she didn't vocalize her thoughts. He made a silent promise to fulfill all of her fantasies and with that, he slapped her again. And she moaned in pleasure again. Who knew that something that counts as a punishment could bring one so much pleasure? - Tangled by an interesting past, lust, and underworld matters. And most importantly heart. Both of them refused to fall for the other again but for how long? In this twisted game called lust, would they end up falling for each other? -- Couple two: "Stars are pretty," he said. She gave him a sad smile. "But people always say that you are going to lose the moon while counting the stars but the moon got scars and you can't stare at the sun for two minutes, you are bound to get blind by its light and how can you love someone you can't even look at?" "So we shouldn't love anything at all?" "If you are willing to take the risk then sure, you can." "Maybe I am or maybe I don't have any choice of my own. If you were given a chance, what would have you been?" "Dust probably," she said, not looking at him anymore. "Dust why? Don't they fly away?" "I wish to be like the dust so that I can fly away. Everything except the dust that flies is desired in one way or another, for example: A bird is caged in the name of love, just because someone wants to keep it. A flower that was torn away from its home and later toasted away in a place where the wind makes it blown, at least one person is going to like it enough to keep it with them till they don't like it anymore. Nobody can see dust, let alone desire it. Maybe being undesired isn't always the bad thing." -- "I trusted you but you broke my trust. You could have told me the truth." "You never seemed interested enough in my truth." "I wasn't? You never bothered asking me anything, you just assumed and ruined everything because that's all you can do. You don't deserve my trust." "I know," she muttered under her breath, fully knowing that he was too good for her to ruin him. -- "Don't do this to yourself just because you hate me. Don't ruin your life, I am begging you." "Because of you? Why would you think that you deserve any of my thoughts, my emotions? You don't even exist to me." And she was again feeling unworthy, a word that was never going to leave her side. -- In the midst of misunderstanding, complications, and hate, will they find love?

Walking the earth with a sword in hand Love and hate freely without a plan Stray into the red dust and grievances rise Emotions become the hero’s demise A bloodstained dress is the emperor’s dream The battlefield is not what it seems One sword may bind or break the heart Next life we’ll stay forever apart ----- When a twist of fate causes high school junior Wang Jingyuan to transmigrate into an alternate universe—one where Wuxia and palace struggles play out in real life—she promptly finds herself deeply entangled in power schemes, war, and heartbreak. Left with only her wits, modern knowledge, and all the dramas she’s ever watched, she must navigate this new world and become the smart and strong protagonist of her own story—without losing herself. As the worlds collide and fates intertwine, will Wang Jingyuan find her happily ever after, or will reality shatter every beautiful daydream? ----- Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, not a translation! All rights reserved. Warning: There will be minor cursing in the story.

Within the continent of Verotti, where the landmass Weitz lingers, there resides two men by the name of Barok and Bastian, who swear brotherhood alongside their beliefs of freedom to this continent of corruption. As they emerge like many others before them, an outlaw gang in this Wild West Fantasy where the magic of gunmacy, lays domain in their journey as Black Dust, across the West. The chronicles of Black Dust, soon to be emerged in the end of their journey of action, drama, and other emotions bursting out like the wildness of the West.

Nous rêvons tous. Avec le temps certains d'entre nous oublie nos rêves. Les cauchemars quant à eux sont plus mémorables. Dust souhaite que son rêve soit exaucé, et pour cela il doit survivre aux cauchemars. ( ce concentre sur l horreur mais les deux personnages principaux vont être engagés dans une romance hommeXhomme)

We all dream. With time some us forget them. Nightmares are more memorable. Dust, wanted his dream to be fullfilled, for that he need to survive nightmares.

Zeriel is a powerful CEO, a multi-billionaire known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, a man who has everything,except a heart open to love. To the world, he’s a shrewd businessman with no tolerance for weakness or attachment, but in truth, Zeriel hides a far darker secret. He is not human, but a hybrid of two fae lineages: one dark, one light. Born with ethereal wings and supernatural powers, he’s spent his life concealing his true identity, blending seamlessly into the human world. But Zeriel’s existence is shadowed by a curse: he is destined to die at thirty, a fate decreed at birth for being an “abomination” in the eyes of his people. To escape this grim destiny, Zeriel fled the fae realm and made a life among humans, focused solely on finding a way to break the curse. Love is not only unimportant to him; he believes it is a weakness, a trap for the foolhardy. Until he meets her: a human woman whose spirit challenges and infuriates him in equal measure. He despises her fiery resilience, her ability to see through his hardened exterior—but he is helplessly drawn to her, feeling emotions that had long ago turned to dust within him. As he battles his growing feelings, Zeriel is thrust into a dilemma. If he opens his heart to love, will he weaken himself and risk his only chance at survival? Or could this forbidden love hold the key to saving his life, transforming him into something his people could never imagine? Join Zeriel on a perilous journey where dark secrets unravel, battles are waged in both realms, and one love could alter the fate of two worlds. Will he defy his curse, or will his heart betray him when he needs it most?

This tells a story of how a seemingly undisturbed loner got summoned, along with his entire class, into another world as heroes. But here's the twist—he was a mistake. Labeled as the trashiest hero in history, watch how Jay, the worst hero of all time with his cheat-like abilities, back-slaps the demon lords into dust, one-shots gods, and mockingly face-slaps the so-called ancient ones into oblivion. Well, you think I'm trash? Okay, let me just summon a star real quick to show you how pathetic and weak a trash like me can be.

The world turned into dust by a deadly virus, lot of survivals fight to survive and look for solution but, it's seems it is destined to happened.

One unexpected heat cycle. One irresistible Alpha. And one unforgettable night. I never expected that single night to turn into the worst nightmare of my life. Not only did I get ghosted, I ended up getting imprinted. To make things even worse, the man in question turned out to be Choi Haejun—my friend’s ex-gangster uncle with an ego as big as the sky. Fueled by rage, I stormed into his office, determined to set things straight. But to my disbelief, the arrogant jerk doesn’t even remember who I am. “Who are you?” “...What?” And if that wasn’t enough, his next words nearly made me snap: “As I said, weren’t we in a business-like relationship?” ‘CHOI HAE F**KING JUN!!!! I DON’T NEED A BASTARD LIKE YOU EITHER!!’ Oh, it’s war now. Now, it’s no longer about heat cycles or imprinting or any stupid things like that, it’s about my pride as an Omega. And I won’t stop until I see him grovel at my feet, asking for more of my superior Omega pheromones like a dog. When his rut cycle comes, I’ll laugh in his face and leave him in the dust. The tables have turned, Choi Haejun. You’re not ditching me—I’m ditching you! #BL #Modern #Omegaverse #MorallyGray #AgeGap #Traumatized Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Arcus All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 아쿠스, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

A strong hum of energy and excitement could be felt. A festive celebration was held once every ten years called KIA in memory of their goddess, who was given the ultimate power, which was used in protecting and fighting for her people in her prime On this day, Necromancers were forbidden to use their powers for even the slightest of things. Everything was to be done manually without the consequence of going against it, which was a painful death. People were talking, flirting, kissing, and dancing to the Hospiko spilling out from the violoncello, harp, and lyre. The synergies made the tone expertly, and the athletes produced sweet melodies by performing on the aulos. The KIA was a gathering that consisted of loads of food which was packed at respective places, Ninos were running around and the teenagers were busy eyeballing one another Visitors get cornered by the papou, who welcomes them by presenting the person with a strip of cotton called "Hida.” They treated the visitors with complete kindness, respect, and generosity. Hog roast grilling and cooking were slowly done under the moonlight of the midnight moon Suddenly, the galloping and whining of horses could be heard, and dust rose from the surface, disrupting the joyous celebration. The chariot of horses( Triga and Quadriga) was driven by the charioteers and swordsmen in armor, who were on the horses while holding their swords high above their head The moon reflected through the swords, and shiny shadows glittered on the ground. Swinging and hitting of swords sounded in the once joyous and serene atmosphere “Protect the land of our birth.” Someone shouted in the large crowd The firing of poisonous arrows sent his victims to a slow death. The smell of burning grass huts, slitting of throats with the aid of their swords, axes, and other killing weapons CRises of children and shouts of women who were trying to protect and hide their children could be heard shouts of men and youth defending their territory from the sudden turns of events and unprepared war shook the earth; blood split everywhere and flowed like a river “KYLIA Run! RUN!! RUN!!! And don't turn back and never let them get to you!” Leah shouted, trying to push her daughter away as she fought with one of the men but her daughter kept holding onto her as she also tried to help her mother

"If life is a cycle of waiting and loss, where even promises fade like dust, is it worth seeking meaning—or is surrender the only escape from the quicksands of fate?"

Heaven holds the Gods, Earth holds humanity, and the world is devoid of Immortals. Three thousand years ago, the Divine Artifacts descended. A cataclysm shook the heavens and the earth, spiritual energy waned, and the Immortals vanished. A hundred and fifty years ago, the Divine Artifacts descended again. The fertile Chipa Plateau and the invincible Ancient City of Coiling Dragons—both reduced to dust. Another hundred years passed, and I... descended. But the path to unraveling all the mysteries—and the key to surviving this chaotic world—starts with learning to live as a scoundrel; It begins with mastering the art of hiding one’s edge and appearing humble; It begins with embarking on an adventure; It begins with overturning a preordained fate. Most crucially, it begins with stepping into the dreams of the Gods.

Under the sky of history, whether you love or not, you are merely a speck of dust. No matter who you are, what you can grasp is only yourself.

The six prefectures of Zhongbo were offered to foreign enemies on a silver platter, and Shen Zechuan was taken into custody in the capital, reduced to a drowning dog* loathed and condemned by all. Xiao Chiye followed the scent of the furor and made his way over. But instead of setting others on him, he kicked Shen Zechuan with his very own leg, rendering the latter an invalid. Who would expect this invalid to turn around and bite him in a counterattack until he was all drenched in blood? That was the start of an epic feud between both men who tore at each other every time they come face-to-face with one another. “Fate wants to bind me here for life, but this is not the path I choose. The yellow dust submerged my brothers deep under. I have no wish to bow in submission to an illusory fate. The imperial edict can’t save my troops, and the imperial court can’t fill the stomachs of my mounts. I’m no longer willing to lay down my life for this purpose. I want to surmount that mountain. I am going to fight for myself.” Note : a ‘drowning dog’ is someone who is down and out, having lost favor or power. tags: adult, yaoi, historical, mature, drama, enemies to lovers, r18 DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS NOT MINE AND I'M NOT THE TRANSLATOR EITHER. I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS TO EVERYBODY

"To many stars, too many dreams. The reality is that in front of these things. I'm just a speck of dust " -RM(BTS) 8/4/2030,Kashmir,India "Now my life is set. I got a fine job, a car and I brought a house for my parents. My materialistic dreams come true. I'm happy you know "I said to her. "But what about your first love, Tanisha? He is getting married in 2 month. "Risha to me. This thing broke my heart but he can't be forever because it's a one sided love for him. "I'm happy for him "giving a genuine smile to her l said. ヾ(≧▽≦*)oo==[]::::::::::::::::> 16/6/2031,Dishpoor,Guwahati ,Assam "You are getting married to him, tan "Aunty said to me in a broken voice. But I can't. 14/2/2032 , South Mumbai, Mumbai "Our marriage, it's just a force one. You will never get love and respect form me "He shouted at me. "Than why you agreed for the marriage that time. "I said to him. "Because of my reputation in the society "And then he is gone to that girl who is breaking by marriage which is already broken by one side . "Sahil please don't don't go. " o==[]::::::::::::::::> Two individual who are bond to societies norms are finding their happiness with out breaking any rules. However they don't know that some rules are made to brake.

When the mighty immortal and gods, standing above all living beings, play their chess, they use all living beings as mere pawns. In their eyes, there are no children, no families, no friends—only power and the pursuit of eternal life. For their ambitions, they will stop at nothing. But if they dare to treat me as a pawn, I don’t care who they are or how powerful they claim to be; I will shatter their game. Even if I must stand alone, I will cut through their chessboard with the unwavering blade of my heart. This is my way. This is my path. This is my Law. So hear me, heartless immortals and gods. When you face me, you have only two choices: change your ways or be reduced to nameless dust, forgotten in the endless current of time's river.