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Children of a Lesser God

A giant tree popped up in the middle of the Atlantic ocean covering the world in a strange new radiation and because of it, people began to change. First, there are the Chosen. These super humans have only slight physical changes and yet can manifest amazing elemental powers. Next, you have the Infected. These humans have experienced large scale body changes which range from animal adaptations to simply grotesque body decomposition. Most are still normal and sane humans who attempt to adapt to life while being shunned by others. There are some however that have grown deranged and think themselves the rulers of the world. Our MC lives a somewhat lonely life while sometimes being accompanied by his rather senile yet kind grandfather. He has no idea where his parents went after they dropped him off a few years ago, so he has no choice but to stay here. He lives by the idea that he should just be air and not be noticed in the slightest. All of this goes ok until things start changing and Laz starts getting dragged around in many different directions. Welcome to a story of Gods, evolution, love, adult situations and basically bringing a bit of eastern fantasy to western civilization. Hope you enjoy the ride.

Rathan · Urban
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Dark Past

(Fair warning, this chapter is... intense. And this is coming from me, the one who wrote it.)

Laz was in heaven, a heaven he didn't know existed. With four sets of hands massaging every inch of his body, Laz couldn't be more relaxed.

He laid back in the water on a shallow stone stool and felt like he was floating while the four girls went to work on his body. Their hands felt like a combination of silk and iron, one that could not only work the muscles but also soft and gentle to the touch. Laz's body was naturally much stronger than an average person and even several times stronger than a regular foundation realm cultivator. Although the girls had experience massaging their mistress, rubbing Laz was like rubbing a hard stone.

They made progress, but what was suppose to be a deep tissue massage ended up being more like gentle pats. Still, as far as Laz was concerned, it truly was relaxing.

"Master, your body is like iron."

"And soo vigorous."

"Truly, a work of art master."