《A ragbag of stories, don't expect them to end.》5th Gen FanFic
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My past, the life I should not miss. Prologue Part 1: Introduction
Aitan Samir DeNith, 5th Generation of the DeNith name. Unlike other families, the DeNith name can't be gained by just being wed into the family. To get the DeNith name, you have to be acknowledged by the Origin, Serren Cain "Nightmare" DeNith. Either you are lucky and your nature peeks his interest, or you do something that is worth the support of the most powerful beings.
I had to do it the hard way, earn myself the name DeNith. My Birth Name was Aitan Tlare, apprentice runner under a Dragon. Even though everyone warns you not cut deal with dragons, I never minded working under one. You got a job, you have some backup as long as you aren't on a run or somehow messed up your relationship.
I miss my life as a runner... Even if it was dangerous, you weren't in charge of some multiverses or a pantheon. They gave you a mission, you did it, gained some money, lived some weeks from it and repeat the whole thing. Now I barely have time for my friends, yet alone for my girls. Either way, if you read this, then I found some time to write it.
This story will be about what I did or lived through to get the name I now have. I hope you have some time, because this will take some time to go through. If everything works out without problems, then this story will be like I lived through without the addendum of Serren.
Part 2: Beginning
The week before I started this whole journey was actually pretty slow, I had finished a run just a week ago and wasn't open for a job for at least three more weeks. This was something I as a contracted runner worked out with the dragon. Life never went as planned. Somehow someone found a ancient relic that had strangely a USB-Port. Why, How and from where was unknown. In the aftermath I should have known that it was a "DeNith-Joke".
We all know how ungodly greedy those dragons can be, and my former boss wasn't that much different. Is it strange, old and expensive? Yes? Get it for me. The normal way to get a contract is to make contact with a Mr. Johnson or how they were called at my holiday resort, Mr Khan.
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"Mister Tlare? I have a message from a common friend for you, please move to the safe house at Position 45/d5. Everything that you will need is already there, including the mission briefing." How do you think I felt when this guy appeared before me while I was flirting with a girl? Pissed. I would have stuffed this mission briefing stick up to his ass, so that it could connect to his cerebral uplink on the back of his head. Nether the less, a job is a job, even if I was on holiday.
When I arrived at the safe house the last thing I was prepared to meet was my boss. "The longer you take to prepare and get me what I want the harder it will be to fight against the other runners. Now move faster!" No welcome, no "How was your Holiday I disturbed", nothing of sorts. Work the moment I arrived. The job description was simple.
At a research facility of a Independent Institute, there is this McGuffin. At least 6 different corps want this thing, and I have to get it, or at least connect to it and upload the data in it. Probably the easiest job I ever had to do (this is clearly sarcasm).
Part 3: The job is being done
I was close to shooting myself after the briefing. To make it worse, I had to act alone. Sure I was a professional runner with an assassin training, but there was the problem, I was trained to kill targets. Kill, not extract. Still, he was my boss. What the boss says will be done. Even if it means to jump into a blender full of reactive bullets.
A time span of exactly two hours was given. This was the moment were the relic will be moving from the facility to a Mega Corp via a aero fleet of flying canon boats. If I think about it now, did he really though I'll survive it? Since the plan was set, there was no way out.
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Getting the systems online. The start of a unneeded journey. Part 1.
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Analysing 'Soul'...
Registering new User to System.
Loading up PDA...
Starting system...
Welcome.
"Good evening Mr. Aitan. Don't try to look around, as you have noticed you are in the abyss of minds. You will most likely see nothing." A feminine voice sounded through the amethyst colored place, irritating Aitan. "You know, this isn't the first time someone tried and succeeded in hacking my neural link, but up till now, this is the freakiest overtake." After he said his feeling, the voice hummed as if thinking before starting to talk again. "It seems Mr. Aitan misunderstood something, this is not a Neural Link overtake. In fact you do not have a neural link anymore, much less your original body."
"Wait..." With every word seeping into his mind and understanding his situation he felt lost. "What do you mean I have no neural link? And what was this about my original body?" "It is quite simple, according to your memories, you used the ascension device of an older type. The older types were known to destroy the body and only send the memories and soul further. In other words the body you have now is your Astral Body."
"In other words I'm dead." A sweet silence filled the realm before the voice answered with a definite yes. "Awesome" With a deep sigh he started to message his temples while reorganizing his thoughts.
"Let's start this again. I'm dead?" "Yes." "I lost my body and my Neural-Link?" "Yes." "But I entered something like an ascension?" "Yes." "I'm probably the only one here who doesn't understand jackshit right now, am I not?" "You used the Ascension Device, shouldn't you have been instructed in what it will do?" Laughing out loud Aitan thought he found what was bugging him.
"To be sure, you think everyone who uses this device was instructed on how to use it?" His question made her ponder because she didn't understood why he asked it. Not hearing anything from her for some time he felt himself confirmed in his fears. "I don't like to burst your bubble, but I have no idea what this whole ascension stuff is about. I had a job to get this device stolen. Should I not be able to get it, was my job to connect and upload the data found on it."
"Oh..." "And to make things more complicated, the device was proven to be several million years old." "That is impossible, I've been uploaded to the Ascension-Device only 24 hours ago..."A strong migraine assaulted Aitan.
"Why do I feel a bad premonition? Okay! I have no clue who you are, but you know who I am. Since this is probably a joke from someone really powerful all is left for us is to play along. So, let's start with introductions. My name is Aitan Tlare, a former runner and now dead." Je took the initiative since he understood that the talk they had wouldn't have brought them any further, urging the Voice to follow his lead.
"Fine. My former name was also my serial number, since it would be useless to tell you a 32 digit long number just call me Amy. I'm your Personal Ascension Helper. Only made to guide you until either you don't need me, I deem you unworthy of continued support or you die. The last two options are rare but not impossible."
With the introduction done, the talk progressed to more important matters. "What exactly is this Ascension stuff?" "Just as the name implies, with the help of the Ascension devices a lower race can achieve the standing of a higher race, though it's limited to certain individuals and their fate."
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Dungeon Core/Realm Heart
Dao Lord Brandr has cheated death many times over the millennia, enough to know that this time he should have died. There was just no surviving what had happened to him. Fortunately or unfortunately, he did. Well... that depends on what you call surviving really. His body is gone and so is pretty much all of his mighty cultivation base. To add to this, he has suffered severe damage to his soul and as if that wasn't bad enough he's lost, far away from any world he knows and maybe even his universe. Now, he's just learned from a being called a sprite that he's some sort of sentient mystic realm called a dungeon and that just for the crime of existing, there would be legions of enemies planning to pillage and destroy him. It's okay though. Apparently, he can make legions of his own. Seeing what he has to work with, Brandr decides that perhaps, all is not lost after all...
8 322Blood Limit
This time I've gone ahead and chosen my very own bloodline limit. With it, how could I possibly fail. the thing that stand in the path I forge shall soon fall away for its time for my own grand appearance as The MC! ~Arc 1 chapter 1-19 ~Arc 2 chapter 20- ?" ------_________------- (Disclaimer : Ok ill be brief and say I don't own naruto at all if you readers notice things from other shows or whatever I'm not the creator nor claim to be. ) But I am absolute owner of my other novel which isn't s fanfict. ~~ ~ This is only a Naruto fanfiction, if I add any thing it will be only from anime - maybe games and nothing else. If I add things from other anime it will be seen here. -Naruto (world, abilities, characters) -Fantasy (Swamp, Elf, zombie, modern day, 'pending..') - ~synopsis in/complete editing~
8 168Dragon Travels
Dragons. Mythical creatures that inspire awe and wonder in cultures all across the world. Wouldn't it be amazing to befriend such majestic beasts and go on an adventure with them? To be a dragon rider and live through a tale of epic proportions? Ryder, who's so obsessed with the idea that he nicknamed himself as such, certainly thinks so. Sadly, he lived in a world where such creatures only exist in fiction, and one where none of his peers or family shared the same passionate interest in dragons like him. Every night, he would fantasize what it would be like to live in a world where they do exist, and one day, his fantasy became reality. Upon landing in a new world, he found himself in the company of cheery and naïve plant dragon who was just as excited as him to be the companion of a dragon rider. After that, they encountered a worldly earth dragon, who followed them under the guise of guiding them while hiding her own dark secrets. Lastly, regarded by many as The Terror of The East, a dragon so powerful and terrifying that it's known as a demigod, lowered his pride in order to escape his thousand-year prison and joined Ryder's merry band. It isn't all fun and games as the Goddess who brought the teenager here has sent him on a mission - to rid the evil forces that had risen in the world and threaten the balance of the realm. Together with his three dragon companions, Ryder traveled across different lands as he found himself involved in the matters of both tragic and entertainingly eccentric individuals. So, if you like How to Train Your Dragon or just dragons in general, isekai adventure stories, and/or a found family-esque story with witty banters and interesting characters, then this is what you're looking for! Note: This is an anthology series, therefore the arcs are not presented in a linear fashion. There will be recurring characters and arcs that continues story threads from previous "chapters", but, for the most part, each arc standalone as a complete story, so you can pick and choose what you want to read. If you watched Star Wars: The Clone Wars cartoon series before, it's basically like that.I'm still relatively new in writing, so I would appreciate it if you'll be kind enough to provide feedback!
8 114The Discarded
The Umbrae Lunae existed before man, beautiful abominations birthed in the nightmares of mad gods. They wait for humanity to misstep, for the angels to look away. For the moment when they can cloak the world in moon shadows once again. But even horrors have children. Even nightmares must feed. One child, unlike the others, finds his way to a school for young abominations. Will he be a sheep cast before the wolves, or a terror that wears the skin of wool to entice the wolf close? The flesh of his body was his only coin, strips cut to pay debts that never ended. Everyone has scars, stories in a life led, lessons learned, and licks taken. Luminous bodies touched by darkness. There are a cursed few that are the opposite, black shadows consumed by scars, twisted minds devoured by diseased hungers, bodies tortured misshapen works of gouged flesh, silver lines of blade thin cuts, ragged tears of teeth and glass. For them, the scars are marks of homecoming, the mangled wasteland the only place they feel at peace. Hell is a place. It's made of concrete, steel and glass. It's the sounds of starving kids crying themselves to sleep, huddling into small balls as creepers come and take their due of innocence and tender meat. It's eating rotten food and carrying ticks in your hair. It’s having no one and nothing while surrounded by everything. It's the life of a street kid. What abomination was birthed in the corrupt womb of man’s cast-off shit? Pretty people don't know the power of ugly. They can't see the strength in a broken soul or the power in a calloused heart. Those secrets are for the discarded alone. Only the broken understand the grace of darkness. The blessed folds that hide scars and tears, the protection of its concealing umbra. E-Begging: Character Sheets, Racial Character Classes, of both side characters, villains, and main characters as well as short stories can be found on my Patreon. Eldrik Lewis This story is cross-posted to Scribble Hub. Same cover and synopsis.
8 66(EX)tinction.Protocol() - All Life is precious...unless it gives EXP.
Nightmares. Monsters. Creatures. MAJIK? HP? MP? WTF IS MAGN??? The world is falling into a twisted dark age where organic and inorganic matter is being ‘changed’ giving birth to disturbing nightmare creatures. Humanity is not excluded however; they are given the chance to reach new evolutionary heights and absorb power.... As long as they can fight and kill. Follow fresh parents Goduyne and Marrigan do what they can to protect newborn boy Lone, in a harsh and terrifying world that has technology and normalcy abruptly rug-pulled from humanity.Already facing the harsh tests of being new parents, can they survive long enough to give their child a chance at life?.. This isn’t your ‘happy-go-lucky’ RPG MMO theme park experience. There is no system. Just the raw laws of physics, twisted & bent. There is no help guide. Just bloody trial and error. There is no noob zone. Just harsh survival. All life is precious…. ...unless it gives EXP it seems.
8 141فكرة الرواية طلعت بالحمام لحد يستغرب من الي بيقرأه
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