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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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Trouble

A dejected sigh escaped tightly closed lips, and the sound waves dissipated throughout the vast and empty room. Pillars held up the high ceilings as thick as Baobab trees and tall as mountains. The walls were as wide as the ceilings were high, and both were covered in paintings and carvings of ferocious-looking creatures ripping each other apart. 

From far, one could see that these paintings and carvings told a story, one of brutal war and conquest. The war spanned vast landscapes and enthralled thousands of races. 

The eye-catching thing about this war was that the civilizations being destroyed, and the people fighting were doing it while underwater. The ones doing the fighting had fins, scales, gills, tentacles, shells, or mucus-covered skin.