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Crimson and Ashes

Leydddd
From the age long buried, of barbarianism, hidden beings, and things once called as a divine, the world eventually move forward. Earth finally arrive at their flourishing age where the truth of the past no longer matter anymore. History and record remained until now, lying in obscurity, but the truth of the past did not. Information Age. 18 June 2018. Horrors fall from the sky as the familiar blue skies is replaced by a cracked mirror, reflecting the scenery of different world. Each fallen point, represent the invasion of the foreign things, scream and terror towards the world. Apocalypse. The whole world is burning, Cities fall, Life were reaped without resistance. The flourishing Age ended in overnight. ... At the edge of death. Sinking into an endless sea, of Limbo. Where he is supposed to be. Hatred, and unwillingness fills his heart with the death of his loved one. Two hands reached out, vying for his remnant, domineering, a foreign will: undying hatred, seeking upon revenge towards the world, and a sleeping Serpent beneath the vast river of golden. Nothing left to said, he took a pact. ... Falling into a coma, nine months passed. Information Age. 11 March 2019. Awakening from the slumber of the past, the world was intact, Apocalypse never happened, no record, and no memory, history is forgotten for one day. Only him. Walking among the living once again, he pressed his nature and manner against the fundamental of existence until the gaze beyond the sky turned toward him. The force that fell from the sky, the Indescribable had not vanished. Withdrawn, it was searching for something, not for the worthless, but for him.
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I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE

For longer than he can remember, Ifrit has wandered through countless timelines, shattered realities, and impossible universes. He has witnessed the rise and fall of gods. He has watched civilizations burn, be reborn, and vanish without a trace. He has buried friends whose names even history forgot. He has seen lovers swear eternal devotion, only to become passing memories in the endless flow of existence. At some point, he stopped counting his age. At some point, he stopped searching for answers. Yet one question continues to follow him across every reality: What am I? In a multiverse governed by timelines, concepts, divine laws, and the mysterious World Clock, there exists a forbidden truth hidden from gods and mortals alike. A truth so terrifying that entire pantheons erased themselves rather than remember it. The truth of The Nameless One. When ancient seals begin to break and forgotten timelines awaken, Ifrit finds himself at the center of a cosmic conflict older than existence itself. Gods fear him. Concepts reject him. Reality struggles to define him. Because Ifrit is the only being who exists across all realities without another version of himself. As the boundaries between universes collapse and the First War threatens to begin anew, Ifrit must uncover the secret buried within his own existence. But the closer he gets to the answer, the more horrifying the truth becomes. For Ifrit is not searching for the Nameless One. The Nameless One may be searching for him. And if he ever remembers the forgotten truth hidden beyond gods, beyond time, and beyond existence itself... Reality may be forced to decide what it truly is for the very first time. "I have crossed infinite worlds, buried countless memories, and outlived civilizations beyond number." "But after all this time..." "I still don't know what I am." I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE A Chronofantasy Novel by ZIAYI
Ziayi · 15k Views

I Left Being a Hero to Farm

Philantria. The world where the strongest rule over it. Non-stop battles everywhere.  Kingdoms taking over kingdoms. Bloodbath after bloodbath. War has defined this world. And the only man renowned as the Hero of Philantria, Crescentine Fleur, has been in these wars since he was 12. Now at 20. Eight years of fighting on the frontlines, where the people called him a Hero, Kings called him a weapon, and the soldiers called him a legend. It was tiring. Crescentine had lost the reason to be the Hero the people needed, if all he was ever required to do was kill. Then one day, he simply vanished. Not because he wanted to... But the rulers' betrayal has opened the doors for his disappearance. His armor and sword were left behind at the last battle between the 4 kingdoms and the empire. His hero insignia was on the ground, abandoned. As they rejoice the death of the so-called hero. Leaving them blind of the truth. Where did the hero go after? Why did he leave? And perhaps because of his absence, the kingdoms and the empire were pushed into a treaty, to stop the very battles that made their hero a weapon. Where did Crescentine Fleur go? ....Farming.  On the furthest edge of the Kingdom of Amlada. A small village the government had long neglected. Somewhere the rulers would never think to search. Crescentine Fleur was gone. And Leigh the farmer? Planting his first crops. While also using his hidden memories of a past life nobody knew... That's something no one would ever believe.
Nyxenite · 47.4k Views