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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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Meridian

"Who is your son?" Asked Megan with an ugly face.

"Omi," was Ana's nonchalant reply.

The two went silent. Xasha and Megan saw it, but they didn't see it. It was visible in how Ana treated Omi and how he respected her. But, that... she was his elder and much more powerful, of course, he listened to and respected her.

She was a loving and friendly person. Why wouldn't she baby and pamper him? From the looks of things, she babied and pampered everybody. She was like the mother of the entire temple.

Their close relationship really didn't lead to any inkling that the two were related. The fact that the two looked nothing alike added to their confusion. Except for eye color, they couldn't be further apart in appearance.

No matter how much he scrunched, turned his head, or racked his brain, he still couldn't see it. "Are you sure?" He asked when he couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you mean, if I'm sure?" Ana seemed offended.