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Naruto Learns Of His Heritage

Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods

The seven Archons sat in the glory of the heavenly abode staring down at the measly planet below. So how shall we punish them for their sins? The Archon of Constructs - Theo, the Archon of Life - Lifae along with five others made a unanimous decision. "We shall plunge their world into the apocalypse." Unknown to them, one amongst them was not in agreement. The world stood still, the rain froze mid air as a figure so divine that starting upon her felt like sacrilege stood high up in the clouds. Even at her distance everyone could see her clearly and hear her illustrious voice. "People of earth, you have been found wanting and as such have been judged." Suddenly multiple golden chains descended upon the earth and burrowed deep into the soil as though to shackle the very planet. Multiple individuals seemingly chosen at random saw strange screens flash in front of their faces as a mark was etched upon them. "Apocalypse shall now descend upon humanity." Among those chosen was a boy named Ark, a poor impoverished kid who had nothing to his name. That very day, he became the one of the first generation of the marked, the key to turning his life around now lay in his hands. But unknown to him, he had received a very different power from what others had gotten, the Heritage of a god. And waiting for him was a rather devious power. [—:god-Console Initiated:—] [Analyzing Host] [Unwinding Limits] There was just one little drawback... Discord-> https://discord.gg/ShvP6UjxNS (speak with the author, exclusive character art and more!)
Zedee · 2.5K Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 9.6K Views

I rely on intangible cultural heritage to transform waste star

Rebirth through Time Travel] "I Rely on Intangible Cultural Heritage to Transform the Waste Planet" Introduction: [Planting + Food + Infrastructure Management Daily] In the year 4321 of Interstellar, the frozen Evelyn woke up on a waste planet. She wanted to grow flowers and fish, but unfortunately she was bound to the "Inheritance System". Faced with tens of thousands of inherited skills in the system, Evelyn was overwhelmed and wanted to lie down and give up immediately. Unfortunately, the waste planet was desolate and the environment was bad, which was not suitable for planting and retirement. In order to get rewards and improve his living environment, Evelyn had no choice but to learn various inheritances [Learn house building, food, medicine, martial arts, embroidery...] [Congratulations on completing the task, rewards include fields, forests, lakes, shopping malls, family planning supplies...] Later, there were millions of fertile fields on the abandoned planet, herds of livestock, and rich nutrition.    a priceless treasure that shocked the world was produced on the abandoned planet.   the Intangible Cultural Heritage College, the Science and Technology College, and the Immortal Cultivation College were opened on the waste planet.   …   the defeated waste star regained its vitality, with advanced medical care, advanced technology, and explosive combat power.   All races of people in the universe want to learn culture and technology.   Evelyn looked at the crowd of different races: Sorry, the natives of the ancient blue star are given priority. Special topics: Cool articles, food articles , farming infrastructure articles
Babun_Swapnil · 7K Views
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