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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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Qing Xuan (2)

Finding the Methods to acquire these most important 'tools' was key to his goal of becoming strong enough to create a world where everyone he loves can be safe. Xasha's steps never paused for a second as marched through the black, soundless void to wherever. He couldn't feel his daughter's hand in his, his feet hitting the ground as he walked, or knew what direction he was heading in, but he did not hesitate. Every once in a while, he would get a vague feeling, as if there was something ahead that gave him the urge to head towards it. 

The markers came and went in an endless, monotonous rhythm. He felt like he'd been walking for years, decades, centuries with no cause or direction. Xasha's mood was good as he trodded along. This time perception difference was a blessing from the heavens for someone like Xasha, who had boundless ideas and theories in his head to work out. He read all the scrolls, books, and memory stones found in the prisoner's void ring repeatedly.