《Dungeon Core/Realm Heart》BK I, Chapter One: Newborn
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Chapter One: Newborn
The earth was still, just like the earth was wont to be when it wasn't rumbling and quaking. A moment later, that changed. There was no quake, no rumble but the earth was still no more. Mana, the lifeblood of the world began to gather around a previously ordinary ruby. Slowly, the ruby grew larger, absorbing the offered essence until it no longer could. When that happened, the strange consciousness within it, the very same one that had provoked that reaction, evolved completely, becoming something else. It became a dungeon core.The newly awakened dungeon core stretched its senses out, 'seeing' outside itself for the first time. Despite having no eyes, it possessed perceptive abilities that made it fully capable of determining exactly what was happening within its sphere of influence which at this moment consisted of a single centimetre around its crystal. It found itself encased in solid rock. Immediately, its instincts flared up and it absorbed the restrictive material.
New material gained: Marble
Instinctively pleased with this new notification, the hungry dungeon core continued to absorb all the material around it could find. This was good. Something told it that the more things it 'ate' the bigger it would grow and the greater it would become. Following this instinctive drive, it devoured all the marble it could reach, growing all the while. Time was meaningless to the crystal so over an undefined period, it went about its business, eating materials and absorbing mana. From a single centimetre, its influence grew to cover a radius of nearly a metre. Eventually, it encountered something that gave it pause.
There were several other crystals around it. At first, it wasn't sure what to do. Extending its senses into the other crystals, it discovered that they were nothing like it at all. They were empty and devoid of life. Thus, it followed its instincts and devoured every crystal it found.
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New material gained: Ruby New material gained: Sapphire
The dungeon core was happy. It knew that each new material and notification made it more powerful. However, it was a little worried. It had been working in a single direction for a while now, guided by an inherent sense of direction. Being young, it wasn't sure where it was going but it could tell that it should have reached there by now. The problem, some instinct informed him, lay in his diet. The marble was difficult to digest. Also, there was a surprising lack of something. It wasn't sure what that was, only that it was important. It felt its first inkling of worry. Thankful, it had this confidence that when it reached its objective it would have lots of whatever that was.
New material gained: Lapis lazuli New material gained: Spinel
Slowly, the dungeon continued tunnelling towards its objective. Picking up varieties of marble, ruby, sapphire, lapis lazuli and spinel, it grew more and more powerful. The material was strong and took a lot of time to absorb but it fed it quite well. With that and the surrounding mana, there was little to worry about.
Without warning, everything shook. A small rift opened in the open air of its corridor. From it came a small blur of gold, streaking through the air like a meteor. It had a strange energy but the dungeon could tell that it was something completely out of its league. The golden meteor fell out of the air, unable to sustain itself. In doing so, it revealed itself to be a damaged but golden humanoid figure about five centimetres tall. As if by the workings of fate, this figure fell a few centimetres away from the dungeon core, weakening at a shocking rate.
The core was filled with a feeling of impending crisis. Invader! Its instincts warned. It now knew that it had taken too long. It had no defences. It was not even fully formed. This was it at its most vulnerable. Alarmed, the core tried to burrow backwards but something gave it pause. It sensed from the strange intruder the very thing it had been missing, lifeforce.
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Dungeon cores never form far from the surface. This is to ensure that the newborn core can actually tunnel its way there and create an entrance. Unfortunately for this particular specimen, it happened to spawn in solid marble. There was no dirt to be found. No dirt meant no easy route to the surface. It also meant no soil organisms. That was particularly bad. Dungeons grew from the materials they devoured. Sure it could get mana from its surroundings and from digesting the marble and gems it found but no living things meant no will, no creativity, no personality.
As soon as it sensed lifeforce, the dungeon went rabid. It was like a thirsty man finding an oasis after walking for days in the desert. Unable to help itself, it pounced. Dungeons need life to survive. Mana could sustain them but going without life was like going without water. The core did not know it but it was practically delirious and dehydrated. Many did not know it but it was exactly due to factors like this that many rabid or rogue dungeons were formed. Starved during their formation, they went wild, devouring every creature they came across and eventually, sending their monsters out into the world in search for more.
This one, however, had bitten off more than it could chew. The thing it was trying to devour was the fractured nascent divinity of a Dao Lord. The dying cultivator fought back with all it had and even on the verge of having his soul and dao dispersed it was still far greater than anything the young core could handle. It didn't stand a chance.
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First Iteration
What is a soul ? Is it your true self ? Would you be the same if your soul kept traveling from life to life but your memories faded for each new life you had ? Your education would be different each time, your growing environment would be different, your personality might change. So what is the purpose of the soul ? Mortals never got an answer for this question. Finding an exact definition didn’t matter for them, what they knew was that a soul allowed reincarnation. Even if they lost some memories, getting glimpses of their past lives was more than enough. Getting the possibility of a new life, a better life was what they thrived for. This became an even greater truth as progenitors, the first of their cycle, became scarce. As hundreds of new progenitors were born each century, nowadays, no more than a handful of them appeared every 200 hundreds years. As they represent a new cycle, they embody new opportunities: some progenitors have made kingdoms, others have been their doom. So when four of them appeared at the same place, at the same time, how can it not be perceived as a sign ? A sign that things were about to change…
8 162Bloodsong
Lara's days have been filled with emptiness since she woke from a past she can't remember, five decades into the devastating aftermath of a nuclear 20th century. Lost in the desolate remnants of the world, she is plagued by shadows, nightmares, and whispers in her mind. But one day she’s taken from the small abandoned home she's known since her awakening, to one of the last remaining hearts of the country: the mountainous city-state, Circa. Along the way, she is exposed to the drastic differences in humanity's survival, and upon stumbling into mortal danger, becomes entangled in the world's last struggle for power, only to discover the crucial key to her memories. As secrets unravel, Lara struggles to find balance between her humanity and the inexplicable power growing within her - calling to the shadows. And in a world-shattering discovery, unearths her role in history's tragic turn, and her unending bond with Death as an instrument of fate.
8 187Dead Reckoning
[A Sci-fi Fantasy story with Space Pirates, Necromancers, Zombies, and anti-hero lead.] Karla Elwis has to pay the bills somehow. Fuel isn't free. The problem is when you're a necromancer not too many of the living want to hang out. She's on a trek across the stars looking for her brother and that isn't cheap either. The Valraiths are in the habit of pressganging anyone they run across to man their ships, and that's just what happened to him. It was either work in the reactor room or take a plasma blast to the head. Karla doesn't know where the space pirates went, but she doesn't need to interrogate them. Once they're dead, they'll tell her everything she needs to know. Now she just has to follow the trail of broken ships and looted bodies floating through space. The only problem is the one thing people like less than pirates are necromancers
8 82A Cursed Life.
In a continent ravaged by war between humans and magical beings, an orphan child has taken residence at the bastion of hope in the human kingdom. Though displaying incredible dexterity, his terrible luck pins him against foes he could not hope to defeat. A chance encounter with thugs leaves him stabbed and left for dead. With an intense desire to live, he awakens the innate and powerful darkness magic to bolster his life and take back what others have stolen from him. This chronicles his journey as he learns to harness his power, whether it is for good or evil, you'll have to read and find out. To everyone interested in this story, I have every intention to finish it, but chapters will be very slow since I am going to college. If my studies allow me any spare time I will update the story and write a new chapter.
8 186Letters from Shanti Ashram, India
I lived in India from 1984-2005, and wrote to my parents regularly about my adventures in Indian ashrams. From 1984-1993 and again 2001-2005, I was living in Puttaparthi, Andhra Pradesh, and I am adding all of those my "Letters from India" book, which will mainly be of interest to those familiar with Prasanthi Nilayam, the ashram of Sri Sathya Sai Baba.However, from 1994-2001 I was staying at a wonderfully spiritual, quiet retreat called Shanti Ashram, and I am putting the letters I wrote to my parents while staying there, on this book. The ashram was a dream come true for sadhana. The people are welcoming, it is usually never crowded, and they offer separate cottages to aspirants. The rates are donation basis only. You can contact them for a visit or longer-term stay:Sri Shanti AshramThotapalli HillsVia SankhavaramEast Godavari DistAndhra Pradesh, India 533446Phone: 011-91-7382009962
8 167Fallen
I sob deliberately.If this person is what I'm thinking then I have to fiddle the cards or else it will be a pain-pleasure game.I wanted to feel this, deep down I wanted to do this but with the state.What kind of a kink is this?Fifty shades of 365 DNI?I can't control my sobbing, the " Please, I beg you", it came out as a whisper to the breeze." Stay perfectly still my dear" the person finally gave a gender reveal with its sinister commanding voice.I can feel him parting my legs more to accommodate his position." I don't want you to whimper or make any unnecessary movements while I taste you or Else. . . ."
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