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Aldous Milgram, professeur d’histoire à l’Académie de Veridiance, veut montrer à ses élèves comment naissent les dictatures. En cinq semaines, il crée un mouvement expérimental : des badges d’argent, des règles strictes, un salut unique le salut de l’Aile. Simple jeu pédagogique au départ. Mais très vite, le jeu échappe à son créateur. Erich Arendt, disciple zélé, transforme la « Troisième Vague » en une communauté fanatique. Simone Weil, jeune femme sceptique, tente d’alerter sans être écoutée. Et Elie Wiesel, élève silencieux, en devient la première victime. Huit ans plus tard, Milgram est jugé par la Haute Cour impériale. Devant les juges, les nobles et tout l’Empire retransmis par cristaux magiques, il raconte, jour après jour, comment une expérience de classe a failli embraser Alderande. Les Badges d’Argent Livre I est la première partie d’un diptyque. Ce récit est le prélude à La Main d’Alderande, où l’empereur Julian Huxley imposera les principes de la Vague à tout l’Empire.

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I enrolled in the police academy to fulfill my late father's wish—to become an outstanding officer, just like him. But because I'm small and female, I've been targeted for bullying since day one. Tripped during training, sabotaged during exams, my locker stuffed with garbage. I bite my tongue and endure. I just want to graduate, to wear that badge. Until a field training mission. My "teammates" deliberately abandon me deep in the mountains. Ambushed and bleeding out, I collapse in the rain. I think I'll die here, just like my father—alone, in some unknown place. I wake up on a couch in a warehouse, my wounds already treated. The man before me wears a black leather jacket, his knuckles scarred, his gaze sharp as a blade. Behind him, a row of heavy motorcycles. On the wall, a skull emblem— **The Night Owls.** The most notorious biker gang in the city. And he—Lei Xiao—is their leader. "Little cop. You owe me your life." His voice is low and rough. We should be cat and mouse. But fate keeps throwing us together. I'm investigating the truth behind my father's death, and every clue leads back to his gang. He's hunting a mole within his ranks, and keeps saving me from danger at the edge of a knife. We meet in the dark, face off under neon lights, fight back-to-back amid gunfire. Badge and leather. Justice and the underground. Two worlds that should never collide. But his gaze burns hotter every time we meet. My heart races faster every time he's near. Is the line between good and evil really so clear? What does he have to do with my father's death? And how am I supposed to feel about the "bad guy" who's saved me again and again?

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Upwards... The dragons soar in their lofty seats within the clouds while mortals remain confined to the Earth, helpless to their attacks. Mortals fight and struggle like cattle only to get dispersed every time the dragons deign to make an appearance. Perhaps they just so happen to the superior being? But what happens when an ant wishes to defy the heavens? It naturally gets stomped out. Now what happens if another ant does so as well? It too, shall get stomped out. But given enough ants, will the heavens succumb? - I'll try to update as much as possible. Please understand that I have schoolwork and my own life to fulfill. Thank you and have a great day. - CloakedInShadow

Buenos Aires does not sit on stone. It sits on Him. And today, the foundation is giving way. The famous Obelisk in the center of the capital is not a monument. It is the giant needle of a syringe, inserted into the nerve cluster of a planetary organism sleeping deep underground. The city is merely a plug holding back an Ancient God. But the anesthesia has worn off. In the depths of the city, the Substrate awakens—a sentient matter for which concrete and flesh are mere building materials. Gravity is reversing its polarity. While the world collapses, ruthless mega-corporations see an opportunity. The Consortium and "Sigma" wage a brutal war to monopolize this infinite raw energy. High-tech orbital assets, advanced biomechanical prototypes, and deep-core drilling machines clash over the bleeding earth. When the Obelisk begins its final countdown, humanity will have only one way out... Learn how to fall upward.

Based on the Roblox game PWNED: Aeternae Memori, the entire story so far within the game. I tried to stay as accurate as possible using in-game information and the wiki, as well as adding more non-canon extra storytelling. Discord and the game will be linked to each chapter.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."