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Lord of Solva: Players as My Pawns

"How many did we lose?" A figure seated on a grand throne asked. "Thirty universes, my lord," a voice responded. "Thirty universes, huh… Over 521 thousand planets." The being on the throne remained silent for a moment before asking, "What’s their next target?" "The Cosmos, my lord." The figure slowly stood, the dim throne room gradually illuminating as the light spread outward. "Destiny, show me its future." A woman rose from her seat, her eyes glowing with an eerie brilliance. "My lord, based on my calculations… complete annihilation." The being’s gaze swept across the countless seats surrounding him. The Lords of the Multiverse sat in silence—each one powerful enough to erase a universe, yet none dared to speak under his presence. A faint blue light flickered. "That lunatic is growing stronger by the day. At this rate, the balance will collapse." The lords exchanged uneasy glances. No one wanted to disrupt the equilibrium. If they intervened, an even greater force might step in—and they would all lose the power they had spent eons accumulating. Then, a voice broke the tension. "My lord… The Cosmos has fallen." Silence. A long, weary sigh escaped the being’s lips. "But… there is something unusual," the voice hesitated. "A small world… Earth. They fought back. Despite their lack of resources, they somehow made it work. They used hmmm some type of ore—a rare ore—to resist. But they lacked the means to protect themselves from its effects." The being’s gaze lifted. The others followed, their massive thrones rising in unison. The World Tree’s wood gleamed faintly in the abyss of the throne hall. He turned to the window, his voice calm but commanding. "Lord of Time… rewind the clock. This time, we will intervene." A murmur rippled through the hall. "Lord…" The sound echoed, filled with concern. A single move from them could shift the fate of existence. They were not meant to interfere. Yet now, their highest leader was breaking that rule. "Rewind… Hmm....again…" the being mused. "Not bad. Not bad at all." The throne, forged from countless suns, began to glow. The Lord of Laws removed his hand from its surface, and a surge of blue light filled the room. No words were spoken. One by one, the lords stood, their towering seats rising higher. Each throne bore the insignia of a universe, their very essence etched into the divine wood. Their hands extended, and a brilliant blue radiance cut through the darkness. For the first time in eons, the void saw light. "Let’s create a world for them… as a trial." A deep chuckle rumbled through the hall, growing into a booming laugh. "That world shall be called… Solva." "Ahahahahahahaha!"
Msd_Zeroo · 8.7K Views

Rebirth of the Exiled Gods' Pawn: An MMORPG Sagadropped

Synopsis: Rebirth of the Exiled Gods' Pawn (MMORPG) Humanity believed they had made the greatest discovery—Eldoria, a revolutionary full-dive MMORPG. Corporations poured trillions into its development, players rushed to claim their place in history, and the world was eager for the next step in virtual evolution. But they were wrong. Eldoria was never created by humans. It was a trap set by the exiled gods Zerathis and Lirion, ancient beings cast out from a higher dimension. Though players could log out, death in the game came with a harsh price—losing levels, though stats remained unaffected unless under special circumstances. Only the strongest could thrive. Ethan Vale, once the strongest archer, clawed his way to the top only to be betrayed and killed by his stepsister. As his vision faded, he heard a voice filled with amusement. "Let’s see what happens if I send you back." A demon artifact, toying with fate, reincarnates Ethan 20 years into the past, before Eldoria’s launch. Armed with future knowledge, he now has one goal—to break free from the gods’ game and take revenge on those who wronged him. But he is no longer just a player. Zerathis and Lirion are watching. “Can he become our pawn?” Zerathis asks coldly. Lirion smirks, handing him Liron Juice and popcorn. “Let’s watch.” Now, Ethan must rise before corporations take control, before the strongest players awaken, and before the gods tighten their grip. In a game where death means losing levels but not stats—unless under special conditions—he will ensure that he never falls again. allow on royal road wise old man is me.https://www.royalroad.com/support
Wise_Old_man · 23.7K Views

The Unwanted Bouquet

You ever have a perfectly peaceful life? One that’s quiet, predictable, comfortable? Yeah. I had that once. A nice little flower shop, a hidden enchanted garden that only I knew about, and exactly zero unnecessary distractions. My business wasn’t booming, but it was steady, and most importantly, I was left alone. Then, they showed up. First, a half-dead human collapsed outside my shop. Like an idiot, I brought him inside instead of leaving him there to be someone else’s problem. Turns out, he’s from some ancient mage bloodline and thinks I—just because I’m an elf—should teach him magic. I have lived centuries longer than him. I have forgotten more things than he’s probably ever learned. I told him no. He whined. I told him no again. He kept whining. Eventually, I caved, but only under one condition: if he wanted to learn, he had to work for it. Then, just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, we found something worse than a lost human—a vampire. Sleeping. In my enchanted garden. Acting like it belonged to him. He refused to leave, ignored every single one of my threats, and had the audacity to look offended when we tried to kick him out. In the end, we had to force him to help with the shop just to make sure he wouldn’t be a freeloading parasite. And now? My once-perfect, peaceful life is in shambles. The shop is crowded. My workload has somehow doubled. My garden is infested with an insufferable mage and an even more insufferable vampire. And with February just around the corner, business is picking up, meaning I have even less time to deal with their nonsense. I never asked for this. I never wanted this. And yet, somehow, this is my life now. I am too old for this nonsense. Someone, send help!
Eilith_Veyne · 733 Views
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