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=== WSA 2025 === Way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls. Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D

=== WSA 2025 === Lange, lange und sehr lange bevor ich überhaupt geboren wurde, wurde meine Welt überfallen. Eigentlich nicht nur meine Welt, mein gesamtes verdammtes Universum wurde von einem anderen überrannt, angeführt von einer einzigen Rasse, die sich selbst die Ewigen nannten. Und sie waren vorbereitet. Sehr gut vorbereitet. Jedes Leben, das wir im Krieg gegen sie verloren, wurde von ihnen genutzt. Sie töteten die Menschen nicht nur, sie fingen ihre Seelen ein, schmiedeten sie zu Phantomen und nutzten die Seelen, um Bestien in Abscheulichkeiten zu verwandeln. Unsere Toten wurden zu ihrer Armee. Dreihundert Jahre später wurde ich geboren. Ein Typ mit viel zu viel Energie. Stillsitzen? Unmöglich. Es langsam angehen? Nicht möglich. Ich war immer in Bewegung, immer bereit, in Aktion zu treten. Dann erwachte ich und bekam auch ein Talent. Mein Talent hieß Generator. Deswegen ging mir nie die Energie aus. Niemals. Meine Muskeln? Aufgeladen. Meine Heilung? Schneller. Meine Ausdauer? Bitte, ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie sich Müdigkeit überhaupt anfühlte. Wenn das Universum also einen endlosen Krieg auf mich werfen wollte? Fein. Ich würde alles, was ich hatte, zurückwerfen. Ich wurde nicht als Held geboren. Wollte nie einer sein. Aber dieser Krieg? Es war nicht mehr nur der Kampf meines Universums. Es war meiner. Die Ewigen stellten das sicher, als sie die Seelen meiner Eltern nahmen.

[ signed and published ] , published under the title "Long Yunshen. " Getting close to him was the beginning of the end of the road, the end of one's infatuation. ... At the beginning of the story, Qiao man was the daughter of an aristocratic family that was worshipped by the stars. Ji Yunshen was known to be a top-tier wealthy man. In the destined entanglement, Mr. Ji Smiled elegantly. "Miss Qiao, I owe you a favor. What do you want? " She revealed a bright and charming smile and said directly, "I want... the identity of Mrs. Ji. " The smoke curled up, making Ji Yunshen's face look even more blurry. He said, "Qiao Man, you're greedy enough. " Some people said that the upper-class socialite, Qiao man, was like a plague in forest city, and everyone avoided her. But... ... She just had to squeeze out the sweetheart of Ji Yunshen, the outstanding businessman, and become the envied Mrs. Ji ... On the day of the wedding, the city's fireworks lit up the entire night sky, so bright that people could not open their eyes.

Synopsis: Alex Caldwell, a laid-back and unassuming young man, once led an ordinary life. But his fate changed drastically when a fragment of universe origin—the shard—bonded to his soul, granting him the ability to shape any ability of his choice. As Alex explores his newfound abilities---the cognichip--- he keeps a low profile, maintaining his job at a small bookkeeping firm and indulging in simple curiosities while quietly refining his mental strength and more powerful soul power.

The moment that he tapped on the submit button, a blaring siren resounded within Aecateon’s ears. [[ Warning! ]] [[ Warning! ]] [[ “I M P R I S O N E D : E R O S S T H E M U R D E R E D” is incorrect ]] [[ Player Igor Vali failed the 9th Guessing Opportunity ]] Upon the appearance of the panel he dreaded to see, Aectaeon couldn’t stop himself from groaning inwardly. [[ Initiating Time Extension ]] [[ 10th Guessing Opportunity Countdown: 15 D ; 23 H ; 59 M ; 59 S ]] [[ Clue {13th letter}: Harold __ Baster]] [[ Player’s progress: I M P R I S O N E D : E R _ _ S T H E M U R D E R E D ]] [[ Return Countdown: 20 D ; 19 H ; 30 M ; 14 S ]] [[ Repeating Mission Order ]] [[ Mission ]] [[ Complete the Title of the Current Game World ]] [[ Reward ]] [[ A: Player will be permitted to choose the genre of the next world ]] [[ Penalty ]] [[ A: Forced forfeiture of artefact ownership ]] With contempt in his eyes, Aectaeon watched as the series of transparent panels flashed quickly before his eyes. He slumped further down his seat as he felt the frustration coursing through his veins. ‘There’s not much time between the Guessing Opportunity and the next transmigration. Meaning, I have to correctly predict what’s the last letter on my own. Luck better be on my side or hell be damned. That artefact will be an important key to my survival..’ As he thought of his unfortunate fate, Aectaeon began to regather his resolve. The man wanted to escape this system of endless transmigrations. However, if fate refused to align with his wishes, then there’s one thing left for him to do. And that was to set the system ablaze with the own fire that it created. { Excerpt from the 4th Game World. }

why waste time writing nothing? why the fuck not!

With the appearance of the Title System, who wouldn’t want to rule the world, uncover the endless mysteries of the Dead Worlds, or become the new symbol of humanity? When the Great Distorted Cataclysm descended upon Earth, humanity received an answer to one of the most frequently asked questions in history. Is there life beyond Earth? And the answer was yes, as Distorted Gates began appearing all over the world, from which wave after wave of Distorted creature of various shapes and sizes emerged. These Gates concealed bottomless Dead Worlds, each filled with countless histories and secrets. And teenagers who had turned sixteen received a special Title System. Within this system, they were granted a random Title that determined their unique abilities. Shadow Assassin, Phantom Lady, Ethereal Entity… There were many Titles with cool names and strange powers. But Lin surpassed them all — he received the rare Title: Lord of the Time! Orphaned at the age of ten and forever driven by a thirst for vengeance, Lin embarks on a new path to gain the power he needs to fulfill his long-awaited revenge. "With this Title, I finally have the strength to take down the Matrix family and carry out my long-awaited revenge! Mom, Dad, rest peacefully in heaven… your son is going hunting!" This is the story of the birth of time… Wait a second — didn't time always exist?! —(WSA2025)—

Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written. ❤ fortimeneverwaits.blogspot.com ❤

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The greatest warrior in the world has died at the hands of invaders from the south. The four kingdoms brace for the invasion but politics and greed prevent them from unifying against the common enemy. A handful of heroes across the kingdoms rise to the call to embark on a journey to find themselves, find each other, and find a way to fight this war. I will be publishing new chapters every Tuesday and Friday. A Poem for Springtime is Book IV from the Lyric of the Aum Series. The publishing order is as follows: Book IV A Poem for Springtime Book V A Song for the Field God Book VI A Hymn for the Sunset King Book I A Table for the Shepherd Book II A Sword for the Horse Lord Book III A Well for Bones Book VII A Memory of Mirrors Book VIII A Vision of Silver and Glass Book IX A Dream of Gaia Book Zero The Lyric of the Aum I have a discord channel if you have questions, suggestions or just want to shoot me a note: https://discord.gg/PFn3UAvV Any support is appreciated: https://ko-fi.com/dttruong Not my art, can’t find the owner, upon request I will remove, thanks!