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The Oracle Paths

Have you ever wished you exactly knew how to accomplish your dreams? Not feeling the slightest doubt anymore? Being aware at any time how every choice, action and decision of yours affects your future? That's what happened to Jake Wilderth, a procrastinating young man without ambition. When a mysterious silver spaceship, popping out from nowhere, delivered to each Earthling a bracelet containing an AI introducing itself as the Oracle, their destiny changed. From a boring uneventful life Jake began to strive for greatness, treading his Path over the dead bodies of many. What a blessing it would have been if he was the only one profiting of such a gift! But when everyone became equal to face the future, he soon realized no gift comes for free.. Just a warning. Volume 1 sets the atmosphere in a Earth slowly degenerating into chaos and can be considered as a big prologue. It is slow and not as rewarding for the readers than mainstream stories on this website. If you can push through it will be worth it. For some real action you need to wait chap 27. =================================== Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q

Arkinslize · Sci-fi
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1169 Chs

I Hope We Won't Regret This

He'd barely finished barking his command when three more pressurized fireballs plummeted like meteors onto the battlement, detonating this time in a densely populated area. The hapless recruits caught in the blast were instantly reduced to ash.

"Fuck! Mother of God...RUN!" A soldier cursed as he staggered away, his hand covering the right side of his smoldering, completely bald face. The flesh had almost entirely melted away, exposing the bone underneath.

A slightly more educated recruit lifted his dazed, oscillating eyes toward the sky. Catching sight of the sky filling with orange "shooting stars" on an unmistakably parabolic trajectory, his eyes widened like saucers, and he screamed at the top of his lungs,

"H-Holy crap! Grenadier Bugs! RUN!"

This second barrage, combined with the imminent approach of an even more devastating third volley, was the jolt needed to snap the fear-paralyzed recruits out of their stupor.