《The ravings of a lunatic》Prologue - an ending and a beginning
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Prologue
I stood there, knee deep in the corpses of thousands, tens of thousands of people....strangers.....friends....family members, all dismembered and their blood and guts scattered about like dry leaves in the autumn. Their bodies lying there like broken toys, their eyes staring wide but seeing nothing. The face of men and women, the children and the elderly all stuck in a perpetual mask of fear and pain, the essence of pure agony that they felt as their lives were snuffed out by an uncaring blade still etched into a death mask that mocked me and taunted me as if to drive home the fact that my actions in the end were ultimately futile...meaningless.
I stood there waiting for judgment from the gods themselves. My heinous crimes were unforgivable, my sins had no absolution. My existence had been deemed an abomination that needed to be exterminated.
From among the crows and vultures who were circling around , feasting on the grand buffet that I had offered them, other flying creatures started to emerge. The Valkyries had finally arrived to deliver my sentence by the edge of their swords.
I didn't try to escape. I didn't try to hide. I didn't even even try to fight. I simply opened my arms wide as if to welcome a long lost lover. The sword of the first Valkyrie lanced through my chest, jammed through my heart with the force of her flight. I knew I should be feeling pain but it had been so long since my heart was broken that the sword inside of it barely made any difference. Besides, pain was my only friend and my one constant companion. This paltry imitation, a mere shadow of what real pain is meant nothing to me.
A second blade passed through my gut but the third one passed straight through my right eye socket and lodged itself deep into my brain.
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I had decided to accept my fate and die quietly this day but observing these pigeons trying to kill me and failing miserably started to enrage me. The fire within my soul that I thought was forever extinguished started to burn again. The cold ashes slowly turned into embers which eventually turned into small flames.
My right hand slowly rose up from my side . Almost as if they were no longer under my control, my fingers caressed the beautiful face of the Valkyrie who had a sword jammed into my eye. I looked into her ice blue eyes as I gently run my fingers up her jawline until they reached her blonde hair. Blonde hair that was exactly the same as my wife's.
I hated my wife.
I roughly grabbed her hair and threw her on to the ground where I violently stomped on her head until it broke like an eggshell, splattering her brain everywhere. I took out her sword from my eye and decapitated the one that had her sword deep in my gut, sending her head flying through the air and soaking the last one in her blood. The final Valkyrie tried to fly away at this point, but it was much too late for that. I grabbed her hand before she could take off and started to rip off her armor piece by piece.
Odin sent three of his fucking pigeons to kill me?
After everything that had happened he wouldn't even take the time to smite me himself?
You know what? Fuck the gods.
I hope Odin uses his all seeing eye to see me fuck one of his pigeons at the doorstep of where his temple used to be , among the rotting bodies of his former followers.
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A lonely exploration of Tao
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] When Avery crosses over to the Prehistoric land of the Chinese myths, accompanied by a game-like system, he is eager to start his new exciting life and dominate the world. Unfortunately, he is stranded in an inhospitable land devoid of life, and the system is barely enough to keep him alive. He has to honestly rely on himself to get stronger, and without guidance he needs to pioneer a cultivation technique suitable for him. A solitary life of meditation, slowly delving into the secrets of the universe, forging his own path and making the best of unfortunate circumstances. Maybe one day he will triumph and escape, revealing his brilliance for the world to see. _____________ Hi, I am the author vaurwyn. I am a huge fan of complex magic systems, so this is the major theme of the book, an ordinary man exploring a Taoism-inspired magic system. Release schedule : Once a week, Saturday at 7pm (Except during Writathon)
8 135An Unwavering Craftsman
Given the hereditary nature of classes, everyone expects Damien—the child of two high-tiered adventurers—to be granted a high-tier combat class of his own. Expectations are betrayed, however, when Damien finds himself instead saddled with a crafting class of the lowest possible tier: [Neophyte Tailor]. Left practically crippled compared to those with better classes, Damien wants to avoid becoming a pawn in the machinations of the nobility, desiring only to grind his level in peace while wondering why the usual rules of inheritance were broken. Was it his desire to excel by his own effort, rather than an unearned blessing from a god? Did the Five take offence at his opinions on the unfairness of hereditary classes? Or maybe it was something to do with the alien voice that intruded on his ceremony? A voice that offers great power, and freedom from the tyranny of the Five, but that never names its price. This story is litRPG-lite. While the class someone possesses controls most of their lives, people don't get dinged at for every level they gain, nor can they see their status without undergoing a special ritual. The MC has no romantic interest. Crafting is merely a way to game the system, and doesn't feature heavily in the story, aside from a few descriptions on how they're carrying out the system abuse. There is, on one unfortunate occasion, maths. The pace is quick. This was a participant in the Spring 2022 writathon. (i.e. it was posted as-written at high speed. I may give it another editing pass in the future.)
8 182Kingdom of death
Three factions of gods have invaded the newly found planet full of their selfish goals for its inhabitance. As the world geography is changed by them together with the invasion of mana and monster to the world billions die. While most inhabitants of the planet lost hope and fell into despair from the changes. Some found hope to change the unchangeable with power the gods gave them. Nathan was just one of those individuals from his state of resisting his urges of drinking himself into a grave to man full of hope to change the unchangeable. He will change from an average guy into madman willing to do anything to fulfill his goals. Even if it means defying the very gods that gave him power.
8 135Stone Mountain
Stone, the village sentry, is called upon by the village elders to descend their mountain home and understand the intentions of unknown invaders who fly in metallic birds. He must brave the lowlands that have been uninhabitable for thousands of years and if he is lucky, prevent a war between the groundling horde and the long eared lunarians.
8 190Combat Empire
After countless battles and endless strife, Joseph McBane dies on the battlefield. It was nothing new for him, of course. Having reincarnated almost countless times, he was no stranger to death by combat. By now, it was one of the few things he enjoyed. Reincarnating into a new body, he finds one difference from his previous lives though, the existence of magic.Now able to combine his technique forged from centuries of experience with the mystical powers of mana, he will shake this world as he’s done with all the others.
8 92Mana World - Convergence
The story is complete it was a prototype and it is BAD.I do not recommend reading it, I will not edit it in any form, it is still here as a personal remained of how bad I was at the start. Mages are soo cool but without mana you can't become a mage. Well let's see how we can get mana to this world. I'm sure it would be a perfectly safe and excellent idea. First try at writing something like this. Dunno if I will update constantly or not, dunno what will happen with the story and the characters. Recipe: 3 cubic meters of science, 5 shit tons of pseudo science, 2 dantians of mistycism,1/2 cup of stupid references, 1 package of sarcasm, 1/400 tolkien epicness, 1 tea spoon of stupid commentaries, a pinch of craziness and dressed with randomness, uppps, too much randomness. Accepting all kinds of constructive criticism. Well prologue is finished.
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