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Primordial Expanse: I have the Strongest Talent!

In a future where humanity has already conquered the galaxy, a whole new realm of mystery and horrors beyond human comprehension opens up to them, the Primordial Expanse. For as long as he could remember, Alex worked in the mines of an asteroid so desolate it didn't even have a name. But to him, this was home. He knew that his future held nothing for him and he would die a lonely and forgotten death just like everyone else stuck on this godforsaken rock. That was, until one day he wakes up to the realisation that he would die soon, as the Primordial Expanse called for him. This mysterious realm is a place of promise and opportunity for many, but for people from the slums of society like Alex, it was only a curse that almost always guaranteed death. Follow Alex on his journey though the Primordial Expanse as he navigates his way through battles, trials and enemies to carve out a space for himself at the peak of the universe. *** [WSA 2024] This novel is purely a work of fiction, any names, locations and characters are all made up and do not depict or represent the real world.

TheUngod · Fantaisie
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Intentions

Kilian gave a look to the guards standing at the gates of the manor and without a word, they opened them for him and his guest, Alex.

'Let's see if you keep up your uncivilised demeanor from now on, brat.'

Kilian thought to himself as he silently led Alex through the gardens and into the main entrance, where a grand hall met their eyes.

As one would expect of a typical noble's mansion, the entire interior screamed out 'I am entitled and my ego has no limits.' The entire place was spotless, with a luxurious chandelier hanging from the ceiling, lighting up the whole hall. The carpet was a mixture of red and gold, with the walls being made out of marble with golden etchings engraved in them.

Overall, the place sucked.

At least Alex thought it did.

'Who would want to live in such an unwelcoming home? This place seems more like a political embassy than a place one should call home.'