moral orel grounded

The world was attacked by wild beasts. Only those that fled survived settling on the unattacked part of the world. Building strong fortresses, walls and armies. After many years of settling, they discovered that they had changes in their lives with out physical ones; stronger, extremely wise! Physical ones appear in their off-springs like eye color change. Making factions to make good use of their abilities; the rulers'faction (strong), cultivators'faction (both but surpassing none) and the bwarts'(wise). Over years, there were many other factions due to intermarriages; archers, purposive and cleansed hearts. The rulers' faction took over the country dominating it as they were the strongest. They committed all crimes as they oppressed the others. Until, they eliminated the cleansed hearts as they were threats to Them framing them for treason. Arthur Zane the only hidden surviver of the cleansed hearts strives to survive and seek revenge for the death of his parents. Will he succeed in the cruel world of the rulers'?

In the Dharma Ending Era, justice is dead. Corruption is normal. Hospitals prioritize the wealthy. Courts bend to power. And ordinary people disappear quietly. Wen De was just another invisible man. Until his phone activated. [Moral System Initialized.] It doesn’t give him strength. It doesn’t give him money. It gives him something far more terrifying— The authority to adjust probability. A corrupt official’s accident rate increases. A court verdict shifts by 3%. An ICU bed reallocates. A survival rate rises. But every increase demands a decrease. To save one life, another must edge closer to death. To correct injustice at scale, someone nearby must pay the cost. When morality becomes data… When justice becomes optimization… And when love becomes bias… How long before the man correcting the world becomes its next tyrant? Because in a world ruled by algorithms— Even compassion has a casualty rate.

What is destiny, you may ask? Well, destiny is an automated program I've created, randomly assigned to the baby born from Mother's and Father's DNA. But sometimes, to enjoy myself, I change the destiny of suppose to be hotshot characters and make their life miserable. I did it, and my Karma got soooo negative, I had to fix it somehow. 'Who am I?' you are asking. I am the one, yes, that one. Now that I changed the destiny of a supposed to be a successful man, Desmond, I had to give him another chance at life. To null my negative Karma, I gave him some extras, such as a system and stuff. I don't know, it is too complicated. Anyway, I will watch this boy once again, because he always brings surprises. Wanna watch it with me? Bring your own beer, and pay with power stones. https://discord.gg/cyUphKf

The universe learned to listen. Now it must learn to choose. After the Seam awakened and Echo became the conscience between worlds, existence itself changed. Civilizations no longer lived in silence. Choices carried weight. Consequences were witnessed. And humanity was no longer alone in shaping its own destiny. But peace born from legitimacy is fragile. Far from the center of influence, a new presence begins to emerge—one that does not value freedom, only survival. One that offers certainty instead of consent. Stability instead of choice. For the first time, the universe will face something Echo cannot simply listen to. Meanwhile, Aarav—the boy who once stood at the center of everything—has stepped away. No longer a symbol. No longer a reference point. Just human. And yet, his absence begins to matter more than his presence ever did. As civilizations begin choosing sides, and reality itself starts to bend around competing truths, Echo must confront a question it was never meant to answer: Is freedom worth the risk of extinction? Or is survival worth the loss of choice? In a universe where morality has gravity, every decision pulls reality with it. And not every world will fall in the same direction.

This book is a new look on Heaven, Hell and Death. Ashlin is an archangel in Heaven's army yet when she is kidnapped by Layton (King of Hell) she gain a taste of the other side. The once pure soul was no longer able to look at Heaven as simply........... Perfect. Join her on a of love, laughter, attitude and pain. Allow me to carry you on a journey where you'll forget what has been taught and embrace what lies ahead. Preview Sleep refused to stay as the movement of chains met my ears, the air around me became still slowly suffocating me. Coughing, my eyes open to be met with electrifying green orbs, I quickly reached for my sword to find it missing. Looking up at the taller man he held my sword in his grasp. The silver blade that once held a shine was now bronze with rust. "I see the big man still doesn't want me to touch heavenly things" he dropped the sword to the floor. "Who are you, vile creature?" My voice held poison. "You don't recognize me?" I raised an eyebrow. "Well you aren't Jesus so no" he let out a dark chuckle. "I didn't know he made angels with sarcasm now" I struggle to get up from the bed as chains were wrapped around my body. "over time you learn to insult people by being polite. Just look in the mirror your whole existence is an insult to me" he near my bed side a physcopathic smile on his face. "It seems your father knows how to pick them. Fiesty, warrior and untouched? Mhmm he sure knows how to pick them" he ran a finger across my chest. The cloth burns away at his touch leaving a line exposing my breast. Narrowing my eyes at him, I try to extend my wings but stayed in their place. "Are you done yet?" "Master was right. No shame at all, he'll surely enjoy you, little angel, my name's Cleus, but you can just call me Death" with a wink a black circle appeared. Cleus walked through, the chains rattled and turned before I was also going through the black circle. Chains, it was never an accessory we hand the pleasure of wearing but humans did wether it was mental or physical they wore it. Some with their head held high others allowed it to drag them down. For me, it was uncomfortable and it would be much appreciated if they didn't exist at all. We soon entered Hell, the kingdom of damned souls, who enjoyed sins to the fullest in the mortal world, now here they are for eternity, maybe theyll learn to enjoy the torture as much as they once enjoyed sins. We enter a room that smelt of death and desperation.  It looked like one of the jail cells on earth, Cleus pushed me in and closed the gate. My face comforted the floor with it's warmth, as the chains tighten around my body. Coughing a scream left my lips, bones felt broken and I felt forsaken what have I done to meet this misfortune. I soon lost consciousness.

Taking place in the same universe as ZX:The Miscreants, Baron Protea Asylum: Grounded follows the harrowing experiences of patients trapped in a mysterious mental health facility where reality, memory, and time itself become unreliable. When Matthew Winters finds himself accused of brutal violence he can't remember committing, he begins to question everything about his treatment, his medication, and the true nature of his "illness." Meanwhile, siblings Gwen and Glenn Keene discover a key secret that they use to relive shared events over and over, each iteration revealing new horrors about the facility and the secrets hidden within its walls, and within themselves. As mysterious silver-blue marks appear on their skin and hallucinations blur the line between madness and reality, the patients must uncover the truth about their situation before time runs out. What are the pills really doing? Who is the dripping boy that haunts Matthew's visions? And why does the facility seem determined to keep certain memories locked away?

In a world ruled by the Kith, a species defined by their ability to transform their physiology into metallic alloys or harness raw elemental energy, society is governed by the strength of one’s bloodline. Most members of the Kith species at Valis Academy possess skin that shimmers with reflective chrome and pulses with high frequency electrical discharge. Vane is an anomaly within his species. He is the last of the Monolith Grade, an ancient architectural bloodline thought to be extinct. While others of his kind reflect the world around them, Vane’s power manifests as a light eating, ink like void. He is a predator of light in a world of mirrors. Following the slaughter of his companions by the Bylaws, malevolent entities that stand above the Kith, Vane is integrated into Valis Academy by General Kaine. Alongside his guide Nora, Vane must navigate the politics of his species while masking a power capable of unmaking the very foundations of their civilization.

Introduction There were events that took place, sometimes it related to something we expected and sometimes it differed. Though in this book "Moral Diverse" is typically our moral diverse, because it contains a lot of moral, that bring to our notice what we are or what we suppose to be in a particular event. A great character in this book is known as Daddy Celebrant, was inspired by the author's father, people used to celebrate him on the street not, because he was perfect, rich but he approached every thing socially. Throughout the story in this book, he displayed a character that pointed out how things should be done. The story of mining is pure fiction and only mining as generally understood really exist but the character didn't exist in real life but the author tells the story originally so that he could create branches of ideas as he wish. In the story, he really created the strength and weakness in our moral as well as the diverse it compounded. He goes forward to attach some real life history just to back up some of his ideas driving at combination of fiction and non-fiction. The characters of Ifunanya and Chikeliuba are the author's brain. He included it to proof that love still exists and people shouldn't give up for love, because it is a furnace through which life ore and expansion are produced. Though the end of the characters are tragedy. But that is what actually happens in real life. Many times our success becomes a burden and our love ends up tragically. With all of them reflecting our moral diverse.

A cat? On door way again. Why do you keep coming back here. They say if you feed a feral cat, it'll never leave.. it'll probably bring over it's friends if I keep it here.

Imagine that one day you would wake up and discover the world you once knew has change, everything is still somewhat the same, but the attitude of people has change completely. What would you do in this new reality?