《Immortal Ascension Tower (OLD)》Book 1: Reborn - Second Arc: The Gears Slowly Start To Move - Epilogue
Advertisement
A figure wearing a black cloak hurried up a set of stairs as he laughed in excitement "What luck! What great luck! Have the heavens blessed me?"
He kicked the ground at each step, jumping over tens of steps at each leap, all this done without any enhancing by any Cultivation Base, it was merely through the man's power.
After several minutes of running and jumping, the man finally arrived in front of a large black door. It was really tall and, on the top, there where several demons depicted out of the same black material.
The man smiled and waved his hand: the cloak fell down revealing a completely black robe. It looked just like the sect elders robes, a single robe with few decoration, except this was black and had a few sprinkles of gold here and there.
On its back, the words Long Yin Hei - Shadow Dragon [Note: Like Lao Jianghu (Laohu - Tiger), a play with words: Long - dragon, Yin(yang) - shadow. All protectors hold similar titles which are wordplays from their name] were depicted in large, edgy characters.
The font made it look like the words had been carved by the claws of a mysterious beast and they were crimson, the color of blood.
He was tall and thin, he had long wavy hair that fell below the shoulders and his eyes were yellow, a golden yellow with a black vertical pupil, like a snake's.
He casually waved his sleeve again and the black door faded away, as if it had never been there, as if it was only... A shadow.
The man walked into the large room: it was completely black, without a single ray of light shining inside: it was the tower of the First Protector, Long Yin Hei, a tower made out of shadows!
He casually stepped forward and sat on the black throne. He trembled and then grinned excitedly "I have found a treasure, and at such a convenient time too! Now, not even that annoying woman will be able to stop me, I, the Shadow Dragon, will soon return!"
He clenched his fist as he stared at the ceiling "After so much time... I will free myself of this curse, of this seal! Chu Sai!"
The air trembled and another figure appeared. He wore black clothes that covered every part of his body except for his eyes and carried five katanas on his back and sides.
He kneeled and lowered his head "You have called me, Sir?"
Yin Hei smiled "Chu Sai... For so many years you have followed me, for so many years you have protected me from the shadows... Now, all that work will be rewarded! Because, you see, we have won! Nobody can stop us now! Even if somebody had the strength of a god, he would be unable to stop us!"
He sighed and abandoned himself on the throne "Such a great feeling... A feeling that all my effort have not been wasted, do you know what I mean?" He looked up "The fated battle will soon begin. We have waited for years for this chance, now that the heavens have decided to help us, we are going all out! Call back the Shadow Legion and tell them to prepare. We will head out in a week!"
Advertisement
Chu Sai silently listened to his Lord's speech but then nodded and propped himself up. He put a hand on his left chest and spoke "Yes, my lord! I will head out right now!"
The air trembled once again and Chu Sai disappeared, transforming into a black blur shooting through the night sky.
Yin Hei chuckled "You foolish Tiger, foe of mine, do you finally understand? I am the strongest! In one week, I will erase the remaining opposition in this school and destroy the seal that has been holding me down for centuries!"
The black robed man gritted his teeth and his eyes gleamed "You, who have not yet awoken, have no way to stop that, I would love to see your face trembling in fear, as you finally realize... That I am stronger! I will free myself of this world and fly to the ninth level of the sky! Ahahahahah... Ahahah... Ahah... Ah... Ah..."
He stopped laughing and banged his fist on the throne made out of shadows "How dare you imprison me! I will have my revenge, you puny Tiger, I am the lord of the shadows, the bearer of the Night! I am the being of the darkness, unlit by light! I am... The Shadow Dragon!"
As he shouted, the roar of a dragon also sweeped outwards and the outline of a black, snake-like dragon coiling around Yin Hei could be seen.
...
In a dark room, a figure stood up. He wore golden robes and had long white hair as well as sharp, penetrating, golden eyes.
On his back were the words 'Lao Jianghu - Golden Tiger'. In front of him, a golden cloud hovered in midair. In the middle of that cloud was the faint outline of a sword... Suddenly, the blade flashed and began to glow.
Lao Jianghu excitedly waved his hand and a sword fell on the ground, the golden cloud also disappeared. It was golden in color and looked like a completely common long sword. The old man grabbed the blade, the fruit of his effort.
A single drop of sweat fell down his nose and he wiped it away "I have finished! After two months, I have finished! Bi Liang... Cheng Hao... We have made it! I have successfully completed it!"
He smiled and fell on his back "Such a long time, so much effort, such hardships, all for these... Worth it or not, I will find out in a week! Cheng Hao! I trust you have not been idle and have spared no effort to aid my comrades! I have put my trust in you, don't fail to repay me back!"
He looked at the ceiling above him: it was the familiar ceiling he had been in for most of the last two months, the ceiling made out of golden weapons of the Third Protector's Tower. Suddenly, a loud dragon's roar reverberated and the man lifted his head calmly.
He sighed "It seems... Like my enemy has also finished his preparations. This won't be an easy fight! But I have to win! For the fate of this Sect... This continent... And this world!"
Advertisement
He stood up and grabbed onto the golden longsword. He blinked once and examined the blade: it was perfect, not a single scratch could be made out on top of it.
"And you... You will be my tickets to victory!"
...
Cheng Hao opened his mouth wide "How can this be?" He gulped and he gaped. He muttered to himself "Is this... Possible?"
Seventeen men were lined up in front of him, each of them wearing a worn out Core Elder robe. The four black stripes had long faded away, washed away by the blood, sweat and tears.
The white robe had also gotten dirty with all sort of stuff, from dirt to blood, making it look quite unsightly. Yet, the people stood tall and proud, their faces full of cuts and bruises yet firm and righteous as they stared at the stunned child in front of them.
Cheng Hao lifted his head and his expression darkened "To think that in two months... Two months... You..." The boy angrily looked at them "Only reached up to the high level Sung stage! What the hell! You talentless lot, how is this possible! Explain it to me right this instant!"
Hearing Cheng Hao's yell, seventeen people looked down and trembled from the rage: some of them only had the strength of a peak Superior stage cultivator up until a while ago and yet they have almost advanced a whole realm in less than three months. Let alone talented, if someone had documented this they would have been labeled as monsters!
Cheng Hao then turned at the crowd of people behind the eighteen Core Elders. Their cultivation varied, but few were still in the Superior stage and most of them had a cultivation of the low Sung stage!
There were even a few who had reached the mid level Sung stage! Such a powerful group would be able to completely eradicate a whole country in a few weeks!
"You guys did well. To reach the peak Sung stage was just wild speculation as it would have been basically impossible. If only I had more time..." Cheng Hao sighed.
Hearing those words, everyone trembled: although they had gained an unbelievable increase in strength, those two months were without question, the harshest two months in their whole life!
"... Unfortunately, we don't" Cheng Hao continued and then turned "You have two hours to clean yourself up and gather your things. After this time is up, meet up at the main gate. We are going back"
Bi Liang smiled and stepped forward "Brother... Could it be-"
"Yes!" Cheng Hao smiled. He looked at the hundreds of people in front of him, each of their eyes burning with courage and will to fight. From the weakest to the strongest, from the youngest to the oldest, they were all elite warriors. Fighters he had trained himself.
Seeing this scene, Cheng Hao's smile turned into a fiendish grin "It's time to go back. The conflict may be about to start! So... How about we join in?"
He lifted his hand pointing to the sky "For victory! For our brothers and sisters, for wealth and fame!"
"For victory! For our brothers and sisters, for wealth and fame!"
It began with one loud shout. Then followed with another one, and more and more people began to join in until everyone was yelling the same thing
"For victory! For our brothers and sisters, for wealth and fame!" "For victory! For our brothers and sisters, for wealth and fame!"
"For victory! For our brothers and sisters, for wealth and fame!"
Cheng Hao smiled when suddenly, an even higher yell could be heard "For our one mentor and master, Devil Brat Cheng Hao!"
Cheng Hao turned and saw the two brothers Tai Fu and Tai Zu clapping at him. They grinning at him and winked. He sighed and smiled.
"For our one mentor and master, Devil Brat Cheng Hao!" Somebody else also shouted and began to clap. Cheng Hao stared blankly as even more people joined in.
"For our one mentor and master, Devil Brat Cheng Hao!" Soon, all Core Elders shouted these words and clapped.
"For our one mentor and master, Devil Brat Cheng Hao!" The Inner Elders also shouted and clapped until their throat got hoarse and their hands ached painfully, some whistled and cheered at this boy that had helped them so much.
"For our one mentor and master, Devil Brat Cheng Hao!" Bi Liang also laughed as he clapped eagerly: this was all thanks to his work and effort, they all knew that, deep down, he saw them all, both the young and the old, as little brothers. For that reason, he wasted no effort in helping them, he more than deserved this applause and cheering!
Cheng Hao couldn't help but widen his mouth. Then his expression changed into dejection. He looked down and murmured "That is right, you got into the hands of this Devil Brat and endured such harsh training... Wouldn't it be a shame if it all turned to waste by dying? How about we give up?"
Nobody started it this time, everyone shouted at once "Oh, F*** No!"
Cheng Hao chuckled and smiled fiercely "Then let's go... Let us go and kick some of those bastards' asses! Get revenge for your abuse and vent out your anger! TO VICTORY!!!!!"
"TO VICTORY!!!!!"
This shout was so loud that the earth seemed to tremble, the clouds disperse and the oceans surge. It was a shout full of resentment, anger...
And The Will To Fight!!!
Advertisement
Slip Hero
Slipping into another world, a normal hospital lab worker is reborn into a fantasy world; monsters, magic, and loot are in ample supply. However, the reincarnation has stripped the hero of his memories, leaving only a degree of comprehension about his past knowledge and interests. Soon, into his new life he begins experimenting with magic and training his skills. Will he be able to revolutionize this new world with his creativity?
8 230The Red and the White
Mahana has everything to be a happy little girl. She returns from Japan with her family, where her father has just been hired for a prestigious job. However, her homecoming will be a lot stranger than expected.6/6, SHORT STORY. COMPLETED.
8 161The Reborn Runesmith
We have all read stories about the reincarnated or portaled earthling going to the fantasy world and gaining a cheat and super abilities. This isn't one of those. The hero or villian here is just a smart guy who only gets to choose a few things like what he is and then given the ability to have mana. He doesn't even get to choose what kind of mana he gets it could be fire,water,air, etc. This world is different than ours. Gunpowder, medicines, and other things will probably not work or be availible. Who is to say that the beings of this new world will even have the same internal anatomy. These are all things our MC will have to discover. Just like our world you can be born with great genetics but if you are a lazy and undriven person nothing will come of it. This is my first attempt to write. There WILL be mistakes. I am a mathmatician not an english major so be prepared for questionable grammer and spellings. One of these days if I enjoy doing this I will get me an editor who did english instead of math and science.
8 91Jager: The death Angel
Jager, a fearless man, nicknamed son of the devil because of his ruthless cruelty. Pursued by gangsters and police, disgraced by his own family, yet loved by some people as they believed he was doing the right thing, cleaning the garbage from the streets. Not a hero, neither a villain, just a human flesh and blood, accomplishing what governments in years couldn't. However, no matter how strong you are or how fast you move, you are one against an army, and soon or later you will fall on your knees. The time comes for all of us and Jager isn't an exception. Genre: Male lead, anti-hero, a little of LitRPG, Harem, fantasy, romance and reincarnation.(I don't know if I'm going to end this in fantasy but for now the true genres are: Noir, horror action, male lead, anti-hero, gore, assassin mc, contemporary and tragedy) Schedule: Not a fixed one, although I will try to write new chapters every month. Remember this isn't real.
8 159Mark of the Mountain [formally : the masked queen (drottingr)]
Lyssia - the masked Drottine of Ilvana - has to discover the strength of her own voice and uncover the dark secrets that threaten to undermine the safety of her people while maintaining her own secret, a struggle that may force her to choose between her kingdom and her life. * * * * * * * * * * Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge! * * * * * * * * * * Armed with an uncontrollable talent for premonition and a dangerous secret that could cost her her life, Lyssia - the masked Drottine of Ilvana - has to learn to survive in a land designed to weed out the weak. Lyssia always thought her survival at court depended upon her identity as the greatest pretender of all. But when Magnor - the newly crowned King of Dunival - arrives unannounced and threatens the tenuous peace between their two kingdoms, Lyssia soon realizes that he carries secrets even more dangerous than her own. As Lyssia struggles to discover the true intentions behind Magnor's visit, she is faced with an impossible choice: Sacrifice her secret - her freedom - her life to save a dying land... or allow Ilvana to be overcome by what lies hidden in the shadows. Can Lyssia find the strength to stand and fight for her people, or will the lies she has hidden behind her entire life prove too strong to be overcome? * * * * * * * * * * A kongdomr of warriors, though rusted their swords A kongdomr of voices, raised in hopeful song A kongdomr of drakuns, forsaken, forgotten A kongdomr of masks, neither young nor old A kongdomr of faces, expectantly raised To this new chance, a new age A new Drottingr Ilvana of legend Rise, Warriors, Rise * * * * * * * * * * CAST, DEFENITIONS, PLAYLIST CAST Ilvanian (the three-pointed mountain) Lyssia (Lys) - Drottine of Ilvana, heir, present day 22YO Dizean - Kongr of Ilvana, Lyssia's father Azerian (Az) - Lyssia's maternal cousin, present day 22YO Carryn - Lyssia maternal aunt, Azerian's mother Roakev (Ro) - Lyssia's paternal cousin, present day 24YO Eindre - Lyssia's paternal uncle, Roakev's father and Drengr Nimeah - Eindre's wife, Roakev's mother Seaka - old Lach and Lyssia's former caretaker Bjarke - Master Skald, employed the Kongr of Ilvana Aturnel (the guardian) - highest mountain point on Ilvania-Listoria border Thivness (the wildness) – dangerous, impassable cliff between eastern forest and sea Vatn – Lesser mountain named after the lake found at its feet Arvid – Lyssia’s Dubkir horse, named after her great grandfather Sikurd – Roakev’s Dubkir horse, named after an old hero from a Lay Isi - girl Lyssia meets on road to Steiner Mart Diyana - Lyssia's songbird, also Rilken's wife Ofrid - Lyssia's maternal cousin, close to Roakev's age Reeza - Lyssia's older maternal cousin, has a oat named OdilHoney - good natured mare rode by Lyssia Hanne – village representative’s niece celebrating her wedding Ardbon - Karl involved in Steiner Mart fight Liefer - Karl involved in Steiner Mart fight, his son’s name is Nurik Rilken - the last Drakun Kongr of Ilvana Steiner Mart - Eda-Yute Mart held every year in Steiner Field, also called the crossroads Gavin Brinson – young western Jarl, not allied with Halvor, his family crest is a raven Sidne – Gavin’s wife, very pregnant and very helpful Halvor - outspoken jarl from western stead Sorev – Halvor’s son, family crest is a bear in mid-maul, one of eight Jarlsons present, but the only one hailing from the west Fulrik – sonless western Jarl allied with Halvor Calvin – one of the Jarlsons atttending the peacemeet, the oldest and tallest of the lot Angar – eastern Jarl in possession of the Dubkir herd, family crest is a shield painted with bright green and yellow stripes Dubkir heir – Angar’s son…when will Lyssia learn his name? Ingar – former Kongr of Ilvana and Lyssia’s grandfather Scyftan River – the unofficial divide between eastern and western Ilvana Listorian (the five-pointed flower) Andev - Kongr of Listoria Igone (of the green thumb) - Andev's wife, Drottingr of Listoria Thisska - Listorian Drakun, bonded to Igone Linea - Drottine of Listoria, Murel's twin, heir, present day 20YO Murel - Drottine of Listoria, Linea's twin, heir, present day 20YO Ansev - Kongre of Listoria, twin's younger brother Sundric - Kongre of Listoria, twin's younger brother Giall - Jarl that travels to Ilvana with royal party Dunival (the spinning dustdevil) Magnor - recently crowned Kongr of Dunival, present day 25YO Tirne - Kongre-Slad of Dunival, younger son of Rijek, present day 22YO V???? - Magnor’s self-proclaimed “second”…another name Lyssia can’t seem to learn! Deceased Erina - Lyssia's mother, deceased Rijek – former Kongr of Dunival, deceased Anitra – former Drottingr of Dunival, Magnor and Tirne’s mother, deceased The Five Kongdomren - Ilvana, Dunival, Listoria, Sinnet, Nukrevn Aonta...Definition and Cast to be discovered DEFINITIONS Kongr/Kongre - King/Prince Drottingr/Drottine - Queen/Princess Kongdomr (Kongdomren) - Kingdom (Kingdoms) Jarl/Karl - landowner/non-landowner, may be beholden one particular Jarl Lach – healer Fyr/Slad - heir/none Middig/Dreg - master/apprentice Skald - historian and musician Drengr – champion Drakuns - Dragons, the Ancient Ones Bjurn – bear Elke(Elken) – gigantic, majestic elk, native to Ilvana Ban-maudr – “executioner thorns”, found in the eastern forest, very painful and hard to remove Yute - Thanks yearly celebration between cold and growing seasons Urd/Eda/Aon(-Yute) - past/present/future, two weeks each Lay - Ilvanian historical songs Laikari - Listorian historical plays Ridineig - fast-paced dancing tune Drigneig – type of song, a dirge, “opposite” of ridineig Lur - long trumpet like instrument Bowed lyra – larger version of hand lyra, played with a bowed stick Jorki – similar to a pan flute, jokingly called “child’s flute” Drakuns - Dragons, the Ancient Ones Diyana - songbird Wulv – wolf, native to Dunival Wulvken – umm…we’re still not sure Volvstot/wulvstot – “witchbrew/wolfbrew”, dark beer that Magnor brings from Dunival Fovk - fox Vas Morginnen - Good Morning Vas Heill - Good Health Vas Daginnen – Good Day Adhuil - prosperous, prosperity Ami - genderless term of endearment Dunga - insulting way of saying someone is stupid Saedas - sweetness, another way of saying happinessSaedhirte- sweetheart Hviss - an (improper) oath Slegrl – sly Standa – stop An-rivic – be still! Brudpar – “bridal pair”, bride and groom Dubkir – famous Ilvanian horses, half-wild and bred for the hunt * * * * * * * * * * Playlists: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLcaiTcdQkK6nXrjYq29srJ7GMsebdd-Sp https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLcaiTcdQkK6msFQiYhbaYhZ0VqFJ0mROi Lyssia character portrait by @soretoothproductions!
8 355The King & the Brother
Huxley Orphanage is home to many of the slums orphans, including Cessair and Jabez. Two boys who constantly find themselves at the short end of the stick; when finally they decide to take fate into their own hands they must overcome the Orphanage designed to keep them down, a King willing to exploit the blossoming magic in the world at any cost, and their own personal demons.
8 152