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Falling Stardust

To protect my family, I became a Devil. To protect my people, I became a God. In Semeria, the war for cultivation resources is as old as time and as constant as the rising and of the sun. Even in the Abandoned Region, where the energy was so poor and polluted that one wouldn’t send their worst enemy there, had endless conflicts for resources. Humans had been living in this nightmare made a reality, fighting over what anyone else on the continent would consider crumbs for millions of years. Enter Xasha, husband, father, patriarch, Genius, artificer, creationist, and leader of the Falling Stardust Trading Company, who learns the truth of the world from three remnant souls he met on a journey. Having learned they had been living like frogs in a well. Humanity reluctantly united under Xasha’s rule and sets off. Determined to rise from their standing and one day ruling the entire continent. Xasha soon realizes their strength, even combined, was the weakest on the continent. To become stronger, they needed better resources. But all the lands had landlords and all the resources had owners. He could not turn back, they could not give up. He had a person to elevate, a family to care for, and a daughter who had a powerful and mysterious entity eyeing her from afar, to protect. In order to achieve any of his goals, any of humanity's goals. Those landlords had to die, their people had to be pillaged, and their lands had to be plundered. He inadvertently fell into the cycle. According to the Laws of cultivation. Law of Cultivation: To cultivate: acquire and retain resources. To acquire resources: plunder and pillage. To retain resources: Leave none Alive.

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Blood vs Nerve

While Ana gave her monologue, Xasha had long read those memory stones and passed them to Megan for her to read as well. By the time Ana realized, the deed was already done.

"What's wrong?" Xasha asked innocently as he accepted the box from Megan, closed it, then placed it back on Ana's desk.

Ana was fuming mad! She wanted to slap his face until his jaw broke. But she tried to remain calm, clenching her fist so tight the blood drained from them. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Xasha asked, genuinely confused.

"Give all my research to that woman?" Ana said through gritted teeth.

"What woman? You mean my wife?" Xasha raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, your wife. Why did you give my research to your wife?"

"Why can't I share it with her?" Xasha frowned.

"Because she is not my disciple!" Ana raised her voice slightly.