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The Pond that Absorbed Me

I wish this story had more readers, cuz the ML is hilariously self- devastating jerk on a survival mission with gorgeous company he doesn’t care about. They shared constellations earlier, but now light-years separated their ‘whispered’ wishes… *** In a moment of unforeseen Fate, a young man reaches into the icy waters, but with a sudden, forceful pull, he is drawn into its depths. Now shrouded in the Darkness he endures his imprisonment there. “Reconnecting with an old friend is like finding a lost jade—if only it were worth the trouble.” Xiǎo Fù, The Servant. *** Meanwhile, in the secluded monastery the Great Master’s rage ignites when his servant vanishes. Four days of torment, anger, and longing leave every monk wishing for their own end… until an unexpected visitor comes. “Your Stupidity is the Yin to Wisdom’s Yang. Keeps the balance, you know.” Xījiǎo Yùshén, The Water Master. *** At this very time, the Prince suffers distress by the grief of loss, spending his days in drunken mourning in order to dull the pain. He doesn't have any desire to cling to life anymore, but being immortal, he cannot just die. “Eternity? Like waiting for a thousand cherry blossoms to bloom—one by one.” Mùnchén, The Second Prince. *** Forbidden practices, Heavenly secrets, Fate’s defiance and the Realms on the brink of War. As well as Curse, Scheming, Sacrifice and Punishment that turns God into Wandering Spirit, and Spirit into only Heavenly Heir. Sarcasm on the edge of torture, both evoke the bittersweet ache of missed encounters and unfulfilled destinies. *** THE LEGEND In a world where Realms are connected, there's an old tale—a Legend that whispers of Balance and hidden Powers. According to this lore, all Realms share a common origin, and their Fates are intertwined. Realms are destined to coexist as one. Here, no hierarchy prevails—no masters, no slaves. Instead, Realms harmonize, their existence interwoven threads. Should the Balance falter, Chaos looms, and the Abyss threatens to swallow everything. Yet, when the Abyss fully absorbs the Realms, the Celestial Source establishes a new Cycle of Life, and brings new Realms to coexist. But even if the Abyss is undeniable, a hope remains, for within the same Source that birthed the Abyss lies an indomitable Force—a Guardian, the One, born to confront, combat, and seal it. Thus, the current Realms gain their chance at survival. *** PS This story was planned long ago, but life is life, so I only decided to share it within online community now. That’s why your support means a world to me >> give me, pls, at least the smallest sign that my work is not in vain so I can happily proceed writing. I’m grateful for your like, comment or review. I appreciate every reader who spends their time following my characters’ journey throughout the chapters and helping me develop their best and worst traits, as well as torture, challenges, punishments and adventures. Thx in advance! *** All intellectual property rights of this novel are owned by the author (uttophian).

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YOU ARE CURSED.

I kept silence, but the voice still persisted with irritation.

"It's truly impressive how you consistently underestimate your own intelligence!" It chided. "In your mortal life, you weren't much like this."

I chuckled bitterly. Well, during my life, I was nothing—a nameless skin and bones without kin or home. Monks in the temple, villagers, even passing travelers—they glanced past me, a pitiable soul, mostly they just ignored me, and if put a look or asressed, it happened to be out of charity. They feared angering the Great Master, while wanting him to read their destiny, and I just served him, so they tolerated me somehow. Pathetic.

"Will you weep for your worthless existence?" The voice's sarcasm cut through the void again.

"Almost guessing?" I retorted. "Why are you spying on my thoughts?"

"Why shouldn't I? I just bow to your expertise in the field of 'Epic Fails.'"

The voice's reply held a strange familiarity this time. Perhaps, it was because I was dead and, perhaps, I was cursed to endure his presence, so I started imagining things.

"And here's the idiot I've been saddled with," the voice lamented. "Why did I even send myself after you? Is this some Celestial revenge? I'd rather sip longevity elixirs and watch empires rise and fall."

The howl that followed left me bewildered. I used to be the worthless soul and now he was making me believe myself not to be the one…

"Truly a worthless fool!" the voice snapped. "I can't fathom why I sacrificied myself for a fool like you."

"What's wrong with me?" I wondered aloud as it seemed to me.

"Everything! Your thought process is like a labyrinth designed by a tipsy dragon," came the explanatory response.

"But let's clarify: I died, I'm trapped in here with you, and you are indignant about my worthlessness and foolishness, wanting me to do what? What?" Seemed like I paused to sigh, but didn't feel anything. "What's at least a glimmer of reason for my ramblings?"

"Oh…" he leaned into the conversation.

"So, there is… What reason?"

"Your stupidity is like a koi fish swimming upstream—determined but clueless."

"What do you mean?"

"You're cursed," the voice admitted. "And that curse brought you here! And somehow, I'm cursed alongside you!"

What a strange companionship unfolded—me, a cursed so called fool and a cursed what? What that voice was? And we were bounded here by what? Fate? Looked more like by some scheming lost to time…

*Thx for reading.

Sarcasm and universe wisdom - all in one, what a perfect mix!

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