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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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Let's end this.

As night fell, the night sky was lit up. The army was resting up while the higher-ups had their meetings and made their decisions. Bly wasn't worried about it.

"You've become so powerful in only a few years." Bly, who was absentmindedly staring at the stars, heard a voice from behind.

"I'm not the only one. We all have," she replied without turning around. Having already recognized the voice.

A tall, dark lady sat beside Bly comfortably on the warm grass. "what are your thoughts on our new overlords showing their ruthless side? For a minute there, I was worried we made a mistake."

Bly chuckled, "I never had such worry. I have absolute faith in that man. Other than all the weirdly colored hairs, our new overlords can't be considered bad."

"All the hair colors are all quite strange and confusing. I've never seen anything like it. I wonder what race they belong to."