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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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Sword scripture

Xasha mourned his newfound friend for a long time before he was forced to move on. He'd already spent a long time in this place. He did not know if there were consequences to that. 

He did another round of mediation before making his way toward the Sword Hall. As Xasha got closer, he felt the potency of the Sword Intent. Above the building was a row of golden letters cut across the sky using sword intent. The word formed by the letter was "Sword." The closer he came to it, the deeper he felt the intent penetrating his psyche. When he got to the courtyard outside the hall, he stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground. He began his meditation and sent his consciousness to resonate with the glowing sword in the sky as he basked in the sword energy invading his body.