undertale reacts to dust

The latest books by the authors of "Versatile Mage", "Dragon Tamer" and "Supreme Tamer", enjoy to your heart's content!!! --------------- "For a long time, we humans have been like the chosen race, without any natural enemies, and have long been at the top of the food chain. Unfortunately, I have to tell you..." "When there is only one bird in a forest, then the forest is basically fake, and the bird was put there by someone..." "No matter how a fish swims, it can never meet any of its kind, which only means that the fish is kept in a fish tank..." "Yes, we are the birds in the forest and the fish in the tank." "Yes, the world we live in is virtual!"

The so-called destiny is nothing but unwarranted shackles. If one wishes to break through the Milky Way and march forward with determination, it is never too late.

The Crown of the Kingdom is purchased in blood and bodies alone. Once the Kingdom of Ethereo was the fuel of the world, but times have changed and it has fallen from Grace, and only dust remains. Torn apart by the civil war, five kingdoms under the legends of rebellion rise and fight against each other. The victor of this war will be remembered as the lord of wits, gold, tactics and people. For that bloo and trust must spill for all. Which kingdom will rise to see themselves rule over the White Throne? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

'Let me to see you, to embrace you. Do you know ? You are my oasis and happiness in my short life. I don't care even if I am trapped in my own mirage forever.' Bai He Lian Bai He Lian just wants a peaceful life but the fact is, her boyfriend cheated and left her a lot of debts then the gang of mafia kidnapped and auctioned her at black market to pay the debts. When a mysterious white hair man won the auction, She made a promise to him to let her go that night but Bai He Lian never knew if her promise would lead to her fate changing forever. *** "What do you want from me?" "Your heart." "What?" I know this is must not just as simple 'heart'. He is a demon. What can I expect from him? Even he has love. It's not for me or anyone else. "Don't be kidding." "No. I am so serious. I want your heart." He stares at me like he wants to eat me at the same time. I am still scared but I can do nothing. *This story and plot is my original work Dreamians 2018-2019 rewriting again 2020

In the 170th year of Yong’an of the Great Wei Dynasty, a secret scandal broke out within a princely household, one that shook both the imperial court and the immortal sects alike. The only son of the Northern Garrison Prince, infamous throughout the realm as utterly worthless and rotten to the core, was in truth the lowly son of a stable slave, switched at birth years ago by the Demonic Sect. The real heir, meanwhile, turned out to be a true disciple of a Sage, newly appointed top Scholar, having already cultivated a breath of Righteous Qi of the Vast Heavens. For a time, all of Great Wei erupted in jubilation. People everywhere congratulated the princely household on rectifying the origin and returning to the source, on finally recovering their qilin-born prodigy. ....... “Yeah, it really is worth celebrating, if only this so-called fake heir weren’t me.” Gu Fangchen faced the Northern Garrison Prince and the true heir who had come to confront him, then glanced at the randomly assigned profession hovering above his head: [Emperor (1 day)] [Skill One: Mandate of Heaven (Passive)] [Skill Two: Power of Life and Death (Active)] That year, the Northern Garrison Princess Consort was still gentle as water, doting on her child to the point of indulgence. The Eldest Princess was cold as frost, proud and aloof, a single smile worth a fortune. The Younger Princess was sweet, foolishly adorable, obsessed with heroic young knights, and most of all despised shameless villains. The Grand Princess struck fear across battlefields as a peerless war god. The female State Preceptor could overturn clouds and rain with a mere turn of her hand. The moment Gu Fangchen opened his eyes, he knew it: He had transmigrated to become an emperor. Those who follow me shall prosper. Those who oppose me shall perish.

Every step toward the truth awakens a darker side of her—a side that knows how to kill without mercy, vanish without a trace, and manipulate the very science that erased her past. But in a game where loyalty is currency and her own mind is the battlefield, how do you trust yourself? "Dust of Her Mind" is a pulse-pounding spy thriller with a psychological edge, blending Namibian heat with cold betrayal, and one woman’s fight to piece herself back together—before the ghosts she forgot come back to finish the job.

​In a world that is literally peeling away, reality is just a thin layer of gold dust. Lu Qing discovered that underneath the beautiful facade of his home was nothing but decaying bones and hollow straw. As the "weight" of existence vanishes, people float away like ash unless they can find the forbidden "Heavenly Tint." With a broken mystical brush and a cowardly companion who ties bricks to his feet to stay grounded, Lu Qing must repaint a crumbling civilization before the last stroke of reality fades forever.

Castian is the stain on a royal line, the bastard son of a king who never wanted him. Deemed a dullard and a failure, he is exiled on his nineteenth birthday to the most desolate corner of the kingdom: the dying, dust-choked city of Oakhaven. It is a sentence of slow, grinding death, a cruel jest from a father who wants nothing more than to forget his existence. He has no skills, no allies, and no hope. But in the depths of his despair, as he kneels in the ruins of his new "domain," something impossible awakens. A System, visible only to him, flickers to life, offering a single, audacious mission: Survive and Thrive. Armed with blueprints for forgotten technologies and the foundational knowledge of a world far more advanced than his own, Castian is given the one thing he never had: a chance. This is not a story of a chosen one, but of a rejected one. It is a tale of kingdom-building on an epic scale, where the first war is fought not with swords, but with shovels against a poisoned well. Where engineering is the new magic, and logistics are the key to victory. Castian will have to transform starving outcasts into an army, bitter rivals into allies, and a desolate wasteland into the heart of a new nation. But as Oakhaven rises, a beacon of impossible prosperity, it attracts the attention of hungrier things than wolves. Raiders, a vengeful king, and a master of whispers all seek to claim his creation. To protect his people, the bastard prince must become more than a builder; he must become a commander, a spymaster, and the architect of a war fought not just on the battlefield, but in the minds of his enemies. From a handful of dust, he will forge an empire.

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Nothing in Lockridge stays the way it should—not time, not memory, not even the people. Avery thought the strange shadows and missing hours were just stress. But when an entire street loses its sunlight and classmates begin acting like hollow paper shells, Avery realizes the town is being eaten alive by something far older than its buildings. Jordan, the only other student who remembers the “wrong” versions of events, becomes Avery’s reluctant partner as the two uncover what the rest of Lockridge refuses to see: pockets of frozen time, rooms where clocks never move, and dust that behaves like it’s alive. Whispers of an abandoned research wing under the school hint that Lockridge may once have tried to study the phenomenon—and failed. Their investigation turns personal when Avery discovers a book that shouldn’t exist, one that depicts moments from their life before those moments happen. The pages rewrite themselves. Drawings shift when no one watches. And every chapter ends with the same warning written in a trembling hand: YOU HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE. As the Dust tightens its hold, Avery and Jordan must navigate a collapsing reality where memory is fragile, identities blur, and every truth can be rewritten. But the deeper they dig, the more they begin to fear that the Dust isn’t invading Lockridge— It’s waking up. And it remembers them.