《The Federation Of a Thousand Earths》Chapter 10
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“The Protectorates. Where should I begin? In ancient history, the word Protectorate had negative connotations, those called that way tended to be subjects of other nations, with very few rights. But today this is different. In fact, the average protectorate citizen has more rights than the average citizen of the UE. Even though the UE is who makes certain that they have these rights. Some might ask why. Those are unlikely to be in this lecture. But still, it is vital that everyone has the same basic idea. The basic reason, for this situation, at its core, is very simple. We have failed the citizens of the protectorates. They have more rights, more protection, because it is necessary. The average technological level of the protectorates is roughly equivalent to our technological level in the fourteen hundreds. And they all share a single piece of history. Someone from the UE has exploited them. It is the stated mission, one of its core tenets, of the UE to prevent the exploitation of civilizations with lower development. This is the reason why roughly eighty percent of the entire UE military is stationed in the protectorates. This is the reason why a disproportionate part of the infrastructure budget is allocated to them. Someone has broken the rules, and it is thus our duty to help them rebuild. There are those that say the protectorates are a drain, that we do too much about them. But if you look at the real policies and those arguments, you will find that these people are lying. The support is not infinite. It has clear limits, which are put into place at the beginning of the operation. The only thing guaranteed for perpetuity is that a Gate will be kept open upon their earth, and that we will deal with any aggressors. And aggressor is very well defined. Nothing more, but also, nothing less. Is there anything you want me to prioritize?”, a professor giving a lecture about the diplomacy within the UE, concentrating on status of the protectorates, three years before the Kyreikon invade.
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, Angry post on a Internet forum, published: 7163-9-8, 13:08 EDT. Many others parroting the sentiment would be written over the next decade.
“We have failed. We have failed to not only protect ourselves, but also to protect those that are the weakest of our society. The Protectorate of Kas’Aron has been cowardly attacked by mercenaries. We do not know who sent those mercenaries, but we will find out. And then the attackers will burn. Through the use of illegal biological weaponry, Class 1 weaponry, to be precise, more than a million people are dead. Kas’Aron has hereby lost more than a third of its population. We know that at least some have been kidnapped, likely to be used as test subjects or slaves. We will find them. And if we need to declare martial law for that, well, it has been authorized. We bowed to public demand reducing the amount of troops in the Protectorates. We have no voted to increase it beyond prewar levels, considering that it is obviously a necessity.”, A speech by a representative of the UE after a devastating attack on one of its newest protectorates, hold in the improvised Parliament on Ladron, dated to 7172-2-5
Anonymous open letter, published three days after the attack.
“The population of the protectorates does not only consist of humans. Yes, humans are a part of it, a significant part even, especially if you take into account ther homo species, but there are a lot more different species. Some of them look very human, for example the people, which tend to be called Elves by most, but are not human at all. The elves share roughly the same amount of DNA with us, as we do with crocodiles. Including branches of humanity that either never developed on Terra, or which we have not found yet there, thirty-eight percent of all earths in the Protectorates are populated by humans. Who amount to roughly forty-six percent of the population. This is not good. It is a sign that different species tend to be hunted near extinction by the organizations that break one of our most important laws. The law, which is the reason for the UE’s existence. The law, which essentially says that you do not use earths which have prior, intelligent inhabitants. Oh, and for those that say that the humans have at least a somewhat better life in that situation, think again. They tend to be enslaved, far to often for sexual reasons. And this is why we protect them. They cannot do it for themselves, for a multitude of reasons, which boil down to our relative technological level. And so we do it for them, rebuild trust, and help them to reach our tech level, after which the goal is to assimilate them into the UE. This has sadly never happened to date, but uplifting a civilization that has very good reasons to hate your guts is not easy. I hope that I will see the first Protectorate becoming a member of the UE in my lifetime. And it looks very good for that.”, an anonymous lecturer on the internet, two months before the attack on Kas’Aron was initiated.
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Gaia Awakens
Gaia herself has awoken from her long slumber. For thousands of years the history of gods and monsters, of heroes and villains has faded into myth and fantasy. But as she stirs she ushers in a new age of wonder. As she unleashes her powers upon the world, a few are thrust into the reality of change sooner than others. Among the first victims is Damian Walters, an ordinary soul caught as it's last ember was about to be extinguished and carried on the winds of mana to it's new destiny. Damian Walters is to be one of the new world's dungeons, and his rebirth is the first herald of the changes to beset mankind. From the depths of the earth, magic has begun to trickle into the mortal world. For the rest of humanity, the upheaval of the laws of science does not begin with heroes, dragons, and wizards, but with ordinary men beset by rabbits the size of a dog and with a taste for human flesh. In this changing world, man must adapt and carve his place into the rebalanced food chain, or else find himself at the bottom.
8 259Parasitic Sword Monarch.
Cultivators rule the multiverse, this is an indisputable fact, their ability to control the various elements and concepts grant the mightiest among them the right to stand tall above creation, dominating man and beast alike. Countless legends and mighty figures are spread throughout the multiverse, but none of this matters to the young boy born into a slowly declining clan in one of the larger universes. To him, all that matters is the safety of his clan and his family members, to reach that end, he would even wield the world itself as his sword and point the tip right at the throat of the heavens.
8 228Tasìa Del Alma-Gris
Where the borders of four nations in South America meet social and economic anarchy thrived for generations before the Cull Spores rained down a psychosis causing plague on the population. An emergency declared, the region is renamed the Quadra as the four Nations agree to relinquish their sovereignty to an international body called the Salvage. Tasìa del Alma-Gris raised in a poor barrio in the city of Rossara spent her early adult years in a convent. Overwhelmed by boredom fueled wonderlust she discovers a natural talent for cat burglary as the emergency grew and those with the resources to escape the infected area did so, leaving their wealth behind. She lives the high life until the day, betrayed by accomplices, she is caught by bounty hunters and sent to Ward Nueve, a worker's collective inside a hospital for inmates. There, her problems begin in earnest.
8 120A Man and His Greatsword
Michael Adkins is a unique 28-year-old man. Born with above average strength and emerald green eyes, he always wanted to live in a fantasy world. He was very much into fantasy light novels, manga, and anime, especially a certain one that involves a black armored man with a large greatsword. Michael always dreamed of going on an adventure in a fantasy world. On a whim, Michael is summoned by the god of Alorah, one of the fantasy worlds he had always read about! Alorah's God, Eden, gives Michael a choice of three bonuses and a custom class to take with him into Alorah. This is the start of Michael's fantasy adventures. P.S. This is my first novel, I'm writing this since there were little novels I've found with a main character that wields a greatsword. Don't expect anything good. There will be a lot of mistakes, so please help me with that! P.P.S The later chapters will (hopefully) be much less cringy than the early ones. Please give it a shot!
8 58The Lost Magician
A young man, master of magic, wanders around the world in seek of clues and answers for his goal. Never would he had thought, that at the start of his adventure, he would stumble upon someone who resemblance him from the past. Was it fate? Destiny? Either way, her fierce eyes burning as bright as the sky, giving him once again the strength to continue. After all, he barely had any clues at all...
8 186Body Modifier: Energy Required
Aria ate a fish. [Energy: 2] Finished, he ate another fish. [Energy: 2] ... [Energy: 3] Without realizing it, he had finished 5 fishes. He felt a little bloat, he lay down with a full stomach, occasionally burped. Even though he didn't want to be a big lump of meatball, he still had to keep eating. At least until he found another way to accumulate energy. After all, if he didn't take advantage of his advantages, wasn't that stupid? His mind then drifted imagining which one he would use the energy for. Should he use it on his eyes, so it shot a beam of laser, like a certain bespectacled mutant? Should he use it on his bones, so it regenerated infinitely, like a certain character from an anime? Should he use it on his brain, so he became a genius, like a scientist with a bald head? Or should he use it on his vital organ, so that he became the manliest person in the world? While he was imagining things, suddenly his ears felt pinched. "Ouch!" "Didn't mom already say you can't play with fire, you brat?!" There he realized, knowing that no matter what he chose, he was still a child in front of his mother.
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