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something i made about a group of friends from discord

A novel based on a discord server's lore set in a fantasy setting.

In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot

In 2022 Scientists found an opening to a gate that leads to another dimension in the northernmost of Ohio. They decided to use the gate to travel to the other dimension, and explore it. However, when they arrived in the other dimension, they found that it was full of monsters. These monsters were called the "Shadowfell", and they were very powerful. The scientists were able to defeat some of the monsters, but many more escaped back into the other dimension.

So I uh, got dead and reincarnated to...Ohio? Shii, I thought the place wasn't for real, for real. Know what I'm saying G? And I got dees kids that follow me man, I gots me an army of Skibidi Skids. And they say I'm their Brain Rot Overlord. This should be interesting.

This is a troll novel you might've seen from tiktok I just thought of it as a joke and prolly won't finish it

Don't laugh on people but laugh with people

Cries and sobs echoed all around, and he sat alone in a corner, silently weeping. Today, he had lost his only support—his mother. From childhood till now, she had been his whole world. His father had passed away before he was even born. The relatives had long turned their backs, and now only the neighbors were there, offering him condolences. But some pains are too deep for words to heal. He wasn’t just carrying his mother’s coffin on his shoulders—he was burying his entire world.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?