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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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The little Liquids formed groups with the biggest group being a lump of golden liquid floating to the side. Other colored liquids floated to the side in smaller groups. Xasha let the flames burn those smaller groups into oblivion. He didn't need them for this artifact.

He tossed two more Meolite nuggets into the fire and followed the same procedure. His flame control and timing were on point. Xasha moved the first clump of golden liquid into the white flame. Immediately, black smoke began inside from the golden liquid. The smoke was pungent as if something had died inside the furnace.

Xasha had to block his breathing to avoid the smell. This was foolish because his breath was the thing that kept his concentration and the metal was over-purified and became brittle. Xasha tossed that aside, his first failure.