In a dark alleyway Adam is discharged out of his body in a somewhat honorable fashion only to be received by a female host. He assumes a new identity Eve and begins a journey of a humble dew farmer, but what will the future have in store for him/her?

un jour un home est frapper par la foudre est il apparait a l'intérieur dune foret avant qu'une voix ne lui annonce qu'il vas devoir se tuer d'autre personne pour pouvoir vivre  est être transmigrée dans un autre monde comment von se passer ces aventure dans le monde de DxD

When the Khanate Gods fell from the sky to their death on the Earth, their immense power was dispersed throughout the planet, sowing the lands with magic. The only side effect of their deaths was the people. The people living in the wildest, darkest corners of the Earth were given powers beyond imagine, creating the Phoenixes. The people of Earth saw this, and feared what they could not understand. They hunted and killed everyone of the Phoenixes they could find. Unknown to them, hidden deep in the woods by powerful magic, a safe haven and academy for the Phoenixes existed, harboring the last of their kind. Enter Dune, a young Phoenix with strong magic and quick thinking. Growing up here, there were no unsolved mysteries, nothing that everybody didn’t know. Except for one. Enter Sundevil, a young wily Phoenix like Dune, with magic far stronger than it ought to be and a past far more dangerous than is safe. Sundevil stays in the back, careful not to draw attention to herself, unknowingly drawing all of Dune’s attention. As they continue to train and become stronger, Dune can’t seem to shake the feeling something is seriously wrong about Sundevil, besides the fact she’s as radiant as the sun. As she attempts to unravel the mystery, will she unravel feelings as well?

A car bumped along a rocky road. It was a blue dune-buggy, scrapped here and there, in terrible shape, but it was a dune-buggy nonetheless that scattered dust to and fro. There was a young man in that transporter, a head of dirtied blonde hair, a soft grin across his face and a pair of brown goggles strapped to his eyes. He relaxed into the chair, and as a building came about in the horizon, he tapped the floating screen at his front a couple of times.
Soon, the motor vehicle bumped up to a domed structure that seemed to have been constructed entirely out of metal. There was a hole atop of it releasing smoke and the heat reached his skin even from outside. His vehicle pulled up to the place, parking amongst other scattered cars that looked like garbage trucks or motors in the same state as his dune buggy. Then, there was a beep.
Hopping down from his car, the man took off his pair of goggles, dusted himself and his blue jacket, then wore the black, leather, gloves strapped to his waist.
"Alright!" He said, 'Hopefully my luck is good this time, god let there be a Shattered Core at least.'
He had run dry on those things and he needed them, badly, to fix her.
He made his way to the building.
"Fee, please," A guard stretched out a hand with a smile, standing by a large, open door of iron.
"Can't let a loyal customer get a peek before paying?"
The guard laughed.
"No can do, you know this, even I have to make a living."
The man tsked, 'Everything is trash anyway, would it kill you if we didn't pay?' This was the result of living in the slums, well, this was a result of his failure.
Still, he tapped on his bracelet and brought up his Pad, he linked his with the Guard, a few taps later and he transferred a hundred Lixels to the man. 'I'll bleed dry at this rate.'
With that, the blue-dressed protector of a garbage dump allowed him inside, "Nice doing business with ya, Lux."
The first thing he saw was crowds of people piled up in a corner, rummaging through trash. At the center of the place, where a giant hole was filtering smoke into the air, he could see the orange hue of fire. Then to the right, he saw a space filled with corpses, no, the bodies of Homunculi. He only had maybe an hour or two to rummage through them before they would be cremated, so he moved fast.
Yet, not a second after he walked closer did his eyes draw upon a doll which everyone seemed to ignore.
It was dressed in a charred, black, clothing that had all but burned off, which he assumed was once a perfectly fine dress. Unlike the rest, however, there were no missing limbs, no shattered skulls, and above all. . .it was a beautiful girl.
"What's with that one? She looks in perfect condition!" He exclaimed as soon as he saw her body. Even when covered in dirt, it was clear she was perfect.
A few snickers followed his words and soon, one of the scavengers pitied him and peeked his head up from his rummage.
"But her Core is shattered, Lux. You know how hard it is to find a new Core for an Homunculus right? Or even just to fix it? Which Witch or Wizard is going to help you out? Those high-class rich folks won't lend a hand to us," The man scoffed, "This one here doesn't even have a marking! She's definitely a Noble Series, a pricy shit that just makes it ten times harder—wasted my bloody time thinking I could savage her, better get on with your day."
The man returned to his work, moving body parts and bodies here and there and looking and inspecting.
Lux, on the other hand, kept his mouth shut after that ordeal. 'This is my chance,' He thought. It was a real, perfect, N. Series Homunculus and he believed he had the ability to bring her back to life, even with his shoddy skills. 'It's just creating a new core isn't it?' He thought, how hard could it be, he might have failed the school but he still learned the art for 3 years, that was real. All he would need was some parts, his trashy but working Constructor, and a fitting Mana Orb, even a low grade one would do.
Anything was worth an Homunculus of that level.
He looked over the other broken dolls and decided they weren't of much use, anyhow, it was best he took this one and hop on out.
"I-I'll add her to my collection."
Under the curious eyes of everyone, he placed a wry smile on his lips and took her. It wasn't odd for Scavengers to make a collection of dolls, broken or otherwise.
A dune-buggy rolled next to a one/story house made of wood and iron scraps. The place looked like it would collapse at any moment, but Lux hopped quickly from his car, took the body from the back of the thing and quickly went to his door.
"Maria! Make me supper and keep it warm!" He announced as he entered the place, dragging the doll with him, "And don't come into the workshop less I tell you!"
He took a left turn from the kitchen-living room and closed the door behind him with a bang. The place he entered was littered with metallic items, two boxes were directly next to walls to his left, then, to his right was a desk and chair and a Constructor—a silver, rusting, box like thing that sat there with a hole in it.
He took the body and sat it upon the wooden desk, leaning it up and sitting down before it.
Then, he un-equipped his glove and focused. There was a silent hum and he could feel the invisible energy in the surroundings follow his command. Lines of mana, wiggling blue tendrils like that of an octopus's tentacles, soon appeared through his fingers.
He stared at the doll once more.
He could see it all. Everything from her conservative breasts to her thighs and her. . .it was all too stimulating and distracting.
"F*ck, I can't focus with this thing naked!" He cursed, recognizing that whichever Mage made this product was definitely a master craftsmen, leagues above him at the very least.
He stood up and scrambled amongst the clothes he had on hand, rummaging through a bin at the back of the workshop and quickly came back.
He fitted her, nothing much but a ruddy blue sweater that managed to reach all the way to the doll's thighs and, although her curves still showed, it blocked off the most distracting areas. He looked at her, a part of him wanted to taste her, but he decided that was better done with it working again—they might not be human but he didn't think of himself a Necrophiliac.
Renewed with concentration, the male summoned his Mana Strings again and controlled them till they attached to the chest of the product. A dull, blue light shined and soon, he was reading the signatures that had been left there.
He tilted his head.
'The hell? I thought at least a Master Mage made this thing but her barrier is too easy to crack,' He thought, oddly, but soon smiled at his luck.
A couple minutes passed by and his strings continued to vibrate within the air. The next moment and his face elated.
'There it is,' He thought, breathing out as he heard a low hum in his mind, "It hasn't fully shattered at least."
His mana strings latched around a blue orb in his mind and he quickly dragged it out as it seamlessly passed through the skin of the Homunculus, it's clothes, and floated out into the world.
He released his strings and looked at the thing. It was cracked here and there, like a glass ball that had been tapped with a hammer, shattered, and would definitely break down with one wrong move.
'Now. . .this should take me a couple months. . .' He thought.
However, a white light came from the object. The shattered Core broke away, falling into fragments upon the ground, but, revealing a smaller orb within that was still floating.
"My god!" Lux collapsed into his chair, heavy breaths flowing out and his eyes mesmerized.
'A Dual-Core system! It has to, has to, have been made by a Grandmaster at least!'
That type of system was as rare as a Phoenix's Core. F*ck, he thought, which idiot threw this in the trash!? Either way, all the luck was on him!
Yet, that wasn't all. Soon, his eyes almost fell from their sockets as the orb floated back into the doll. A murmur rang came from the product and he gasped.
Eyes blinked open, emerald irises scanned the room before turning to look at him.
'Jackpot! She's already Alive!'

Rose, a broken doll tossed out into the world with the carelessness befitting her status below humans. However, acquiring a power beyond what she should be able, she fights and Rose Against The Heavens.

The story of a homunculus fighting against fate with a piercing wrath. Raging, an adversary to a cruel world. And taking place in a techno-fantasy.

*Volume 1 completed at chapter 64.
*Volume 2 completed at chapter 119.
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"Mr. Cat, the straight-line distance between you and the Chelomey probe is 32.78 kilometers." Mai Dong observed the number on the screen. "You are still right on target."
"Straight-line distance of 32.78 kilometers? But the actual distance is probably far greater than 30 kilometers. I believe a detour is needed next."
Mai Dong and Tang Yue were stunned.
"Detour?" Tang Yue got up and typed on the keyboard, and send an inquiry by email. "Is something blocking your path?"
Mai Dong asked as well: "A sand dune?"
"It's a sand dune, one that just extends endlessly. I've parked the Mars Wanderer at the bottom of it to charge. The sand dune's slopes are too steep, and they are about one- to two-stories tall. I don't think the Wanderer can climb over it, so a detour is needed."
"How far would the detour be?"
"I've no idea. I'm attempting to climb the sand dune. I'll stand from a high vantage point to see the surroundings and find a passageway… It's truly shocking. This isn't sand, but rock."
"Rock?"
"Underneath the sand is buried rock, huge slabs of rock. Just one of them will weigh tens or hundreds of tonnes. I think it's basalt. They might be the result of volcanic activity billions of years ago. They were later eroded to their present state," Tomcat explained. "I've already climbed onto it. Let me see how I should proceed next… Damn it, it's not a sand dune, but a wall!"
The two humans over the comms were alarmed.
"Wall?"
"This is basically a wall formed by stacked pieces of rock. It has been completely covered in sand, making it look like a sand dune. But when digging away the sand, you'll see the rock beneath. It's layer upon layer, just like stacked bricks." Tomcat was astonished. "Standing here, I can see it extending far into the distance until it disappears by the horizon. There's no way of estimating its length… It's shocking."
"Just like the Great Wall?" Mai Dong asked.
Tomcat nodded. "Just like the Great Wall of China. Can you imagine a great wall on Mars?"
"Is it artificially made?"
"Not necessarily. Even though it looks like the work of some intelligent lifeform, it could be a result of glacier movements. In ancient times, the glaciers would move the rock over; therefore the boulders would stack upon each other at the boundaries of the glaciers. The forces of nature can at times far exceed that of human hands." Tomcat shook its head. "Do you know of Northern Ireland's Giant's Causeway?"
"What's that?" Tang Yue asked.
"A very special landscape. It's located on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean in Northern Ireland. Thirty thousand stone columns of different sizes from a long series of steps that extend for thousands of meters. Each stone column is hexagonal in shape, making them look like they were man-made," Tomcat explained. "But they were, in fact, naturally formed. The Giant's Causeway is made of basalt. It's the result of molten basalt from volcanic activity meeting seawater. The reason they are hexagonal is because of the crystalline structure of basalt… That's why the wall I'm seeing on Mars might be a natural landscape as well."
Tang Yue found it true after some thought. It was highly likely that it was naturally formed. At times, weathering and water erosion led to amazing wonders. How could Mars have any artificial landscapes?
"I'm walking along the wall. Its highest spot exceeds nine meters and is about three-stories tall. Do you know what this reminds me of?" Since Tomcat was waiting for the Wanderer to be charged, it began to share what it saw with Mai Dong and Tang Yue.
"What?"
"A beacon tower," Tomcat replied. "If this wall is viewed as the product of a civilization, then this wall has all the necessary features…"
Tomcat leisurely searched for clues on the ancient wall. The marks had already been blurred by time, but Tomcat used its extraordinary imagination to depict a scene.
"I see beacon towers, each placed at a set distance from each other. It would be perfect for setting fire to pop smoke to indicate war. There are also the steep slopes of the city wall, the narrow ones for people, and the broad ones for offensive machinery… Oh, there's also the signs of watchtowers. I see a very regular square-shaped platform, and very clearly, it was used to station troops. If any enemy were to attack, the soldiers living in them could charge out to face the enemy…" As Tomcat spoke, its voice lowered until there was silence.
Mai Dong and Tang Yue were already silent.
"F*ck…" Tomcat reeled in shock for a very long period of time. "It's really naturally formed?"
The force of nature was like an artisan. It had the ability to chisel a six-sided stone column into a passageway and could carve rock into a wall. However, it was not great enough to build beacon towers and watchtowers.
Tomcat was alarmed.
"Mr… Mr. Cat…" Mai Dong whispered. "You… might be standing on the ruins of an ancient civilization?"
"No! No! No! No! Impossible! That's impossible!" Tomcat shook its head. "Mars has never had any intelligent life form, much less any civilization! Don't be misled by what I just said. What I meant was that certain things can be produced under natural conditions… Holy sh*t, what's this?"
"What have you discovered this time?"
"A ravine, a long ravine. On the other end of the wall is a ditch. It goes along the wall, forming a very deep ravine." Tomcat frowned. "Does that remind you of anything?"
"A moat?" Tang Yue had an idea.
"It does resemble a moat. However, who would build a moat for a great wall? The ravine has already been filled with sand. Let me try to dig into it…" Tomcat said. "This ravine is about four to five meters wide, but I'm not sure of its depth. However, it's at least a meter. This ravine's length is similar to the wall's. I can't see its end."
Tang Yue and Mai Dong were astonished.
A wall that extended endlessly would have been a massive project known to all on Earth. Yet, someone had dug out a moat for this wall?
"This ravine is also a natural phenomenon?" Tang Yue asked. "Perhaps formed by glaciers?"
"Possible, of course it's possible! After glaciers melt, they leave behind traces. Together with erosion from flowing water…" Tomcat racked its mind to find a reason. It was wondering if any preceding examples on Earth would naturally form a moat.
But it failed to find one.
When all assumptions were eliminated, then no matter how inconceivable the remaining explanation was, it was the truth.
Tomcat sat on the sand dune and looked at the wall meandering into the distance as far as its sight could go. It didn't know if it was a work of the natural world or the remains of an ancient civilization. If it was truly the work of intelligent lifeforms, then it would no doubt be an extremely illustrious civilization.
What kind of civilization would build up a tall wall that tore through its planet?
Tomcat looked at the ruins, and couldn't help but imagine how it would have appeared like a miracle when such a tall wall was built.
Tomcat had no way of knowing the truth. Its database didn't have any relevant information, but it could determine that in the dark back when Earth's humans hadn't been born, the civilization on this planet might have already built up such astonishing wonders. Although their civilization was destroyed with time, these miraculous works remained standing steadfast.
"What a pity…" Tomcat sighed.
"A pity that this ancient civilization has vanished?" Tang Yue asked.
"No, it's a pity that Earth is gone, and the Mars mission has been terminated," Tomcat said. "Otherwise, I could set up a tourism business. Wouldn't that earn me loads of money?"


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

It's been five months since we rescued Ty. In that time, the Foolhardies had been assigned as an independent unit for an auxiliary military force commanded by Great General Grimthorn who was spending his days supporting Great General Garm in his conflict against the Sunspire Dominion.
It wasn't a full-blown war yet, but the dozens of daily skirmishes for control over the eastern oases of the Westersand Desert which borders both clan's territories was becoming a bloody and costly mess.
"Dean, get down!" Luca yelled at me.
I ducked just in time as a shadowblade slashed through the space where my head was only a moment ago.
Glancing up, I saw the wispy black vapor trailing the shadowblade's path mere inches from my face. The sight of it sent a familiar cold shiver running up my spine, reminding me that death had just brushed my cheek yet again.
"Dean, keep moving!" Luca yelled.
His warning wasn't necessary like that time when we foolishly climbed up the hilltop without backup to carry out a surprise attack against our enemies. As familiar as this situation was, I was a different Dean from that naïve fifteen-year-old boy.
Yup, sixteen-year-old Dean knew that right now wasn't a time for fear. It was a time for action.
I dodged a second shadowblade slash that came my way. Then I drew my falchion from its sheath and sent it snaking forward, and it bit into the neck of the kobold that attacked me. Thanks to its vibrating edge, my falchion's shadowblade cut neatly through the kobold's muscular neck from one end to the other, resulting in instant decapitation.
I kicked out at the kobold's body to avoid the blood splatter that came with losing one's head. Then I watched the lifeless form topple over just as the fairy's head rolled to a stop at my feet.
The sight of it sent a familiar sickening feeling into the pit of my stomach, bringing to the fore of my mind the guilt that came with murder.
I know it's been nearly a year since I first came to the Fayne and yet here I was feeling sorry for the long-snouted, fanged-creature that gazed up at me with lifeless eyes. I couldn't help it, and my brain refused to be wired any other way.
"Commander?" Pike called my name to grab my attention away from the dead kobold.
I glanced toward her and noticed the dark red splatter decorating the front of her leather chest piece. Her sword dripped with the red stuff too. Even that familiar metallic aroma clung to her.
"Are you wounded?" I asked.
Pike glanced down at herself before assuring me with, "It's not mine."
I nodded at her before my gaze turned away from Pike so I could survey the battle happening around me.
Luca had just finished slaying his second opponent, the dark-haired elven leader of this group of Sunspire guards. Next to him, Enna was in the process of slitting the throat of the kobold guard she was fighting against.
Ten feet to the right of Luca's location, Edo had also just finished dispatching the elven archer who thought he had run to call for help. Kneeling on the ground a foot away from Edo, Varda was cleaning off her hammer on the vest of the elf she'd taken out.
I turned my gaze below me so I could watch Ashley and half her Shield squad climb their way up to our position while their boots sank into the ripples of sand, slowing them down more than I'd anticipated.
Admittedly, climbing the steep incline on very soft footing was a challenge even after I ordered my soldiers to drop all non-essentials to lighten their loads. So I couldn't really get mad at their sluggish pace.
We were fighting about half way up on the southern side of a massive sand dune that might as well have been a low, circular, barren hill.
On the dune's opposite side, a battle was being waged between a two-thousand strong Sunspire army and the independent five-hundred-man units of the Foolhardies and the Millennium Hawks.
Don't get me wrong though. We weren't working together. This was a competition between our two units. In fact, Al Sheridan and I had made a bet on who would be the first unit to conquer the sand dune and the oasis at the top of it.  
Yes, there was an oasis at the top of this sand dune. A rather well-placed oasis that was strategically located at the edge of a series of oases skirting several chasms along the desert floor. Whoever held this oasis theoretically had the doors to shut or open the way to all those other oases.
If that wasn't reason enough, the oasis above this massive sand dune was the same one Garm had lost to the enemy many months ago. It was an oasis with a young mana pool at its center, making it a vital resource in a region that was scare with life if you didn't count the numerous monsters hiding underneath the sand.
"All enemies silenced, Commander," Pike reported.
"Good," I said, feeling relief flood into me. "Otherwise, taking this long roundabout way to reach the top before the Hawks do would have ended in a disaster if even one of those guards alerted the fools above."
A loud thud reached my ears, and I turned around to see Shanks' war hammer lying headfirst on the sand. The troll himself was taking his time to looting the bodies of the three kobolds he'd singlehandedly taken down.
I was reminded that he agreed to freelance for us if I gave him looting rights to any enemy he defeated. Of course, he got to keep anything he found himself, no matter the worth of an item.
"Find anything good?" I asked.
Shanks was stuffing two bronze khopesh into his personal bag of holding when he looked over to me.
"Bits and pieces… nothing much of worth," he answered.
Despite his statement, the troll was grinning from ear to ear, and I'd seen it enough times to know that it wasn't because he'd found treasure but because he liked spoils even if it was junk. To Shanks, loot was loot.
I shook my head. "Best wrap it up then. We're on the clock."
Shanks grunted an affirmative and went back to his work.
I glanced up at the sky.
Idunn was partially clouded by clouds which was ideal for our particular stealth mission.
"Luca, tell everyone to get ready," I ordered. "I'm going to check on Aura's progress."
I decided it was time to pull out my winning card, and so I knelt on the sand and closed my eyes. My hands tapped onto the coarse sand beneath me. I breathed in the chilly desert air. After a few deep breaths, I reached deep inside me and called forth the power of my fairy gift.
It appeared in my mind's eye like it always did, that floating tarot card wrapped in the silver light of fairy glimmer—the Fool's card.
"Oh, great fool, let me see the unseen that I might know the unknowable," I whispered.
Heat concentrated on the surface of my eyes like I'd rubbed them all over with chilly powder. Seconds of painful stinging passed into the familiar warm sensation that enveloped my sense of sight. And when I opened my eyes, it was like I was soaring just below the clouds with a clear view of the battlefield below.
As was the case with all locations that held a mana pool, not even my Fool's Insight could pierce through the veil of power hidden there. But the rest of the sand dune was a high definition map to my sight.
The northern side of the massive sand dune was sloped gentler than its southern half which is why there were scarce patrols to watch over it. The enemy probably thought no one would be foolhardy enough to scale that steep slope. Well, they were wrong. But that also meant that the northern side was well defended by two thousand highly-trained fairy soldiers.
Still, our two independent units were doing fairly well despite the disadvantage in numbers and terrain.
Back in the old days, my first unit used to struggle to get up a hillside, but now that they were under Aura's command, they gained ground after ground up the ripples of sand and took advantage of the chinks in the armor of the defenders.
Aura, breathtaking in her elven armor, stood at the head of our frontline formation. Her Hearthstone staff burned a bright crimson each time she launched a firebolt at her targets.
Beside her, acting like a force field that kept all enemies at bay, Azuma swatted away enemies who were foolish enough to try and attack Aura. And behind them, the power of the chosen one reached out to turn the sands above into a field of ice.
Ty was certainly pulling his weight, although I still thought he looked like a spaz in his flowing blue magician's robe. His Gandalf-like attire notwithstanding, Ty was basically a Sherman tank firing liberally at the defenders who just couldn't defend themselves from his power.
I was happy to see that they were following my recommended tactic in climbing up the sand dune. They formed a triangle formation with our heaviest hitters at the front to pierce through any enemy line.
It was working. I could see that clearly. Sadly, their tactics weren't working fast enough. At least not fast enough to get ahead of Al Sheridan's forces.
I turned my gaze on the Millenium Hawks and watched as they used several turtle formations to bulldoze their way up the dune's slopes.
The defenders arrows and javelins were no match against the hardened scutum shields—the large rectangular shields that were curved inward at the edges—employed by the Hawks' turtle formation.
"Damn, Al's going to beat Aura to the top at this rate," I realized. Then I noticed something else. "He's not there…"
A bead of sweat dripped down my face as a worrying thought passed through my mind.
"What is it?" Luca asked, his voice seemingly echoing around me.
"Al's not with his unit…" I said.
There was a growing suspicion in me that I needed to confirm.
My vision zoomed toward the southern slope where I could see our sixty soldiers in a loose circle formation around me and Luca. I'd only just noticed that we were positioned more to the southwest.
Above us, the few scouts employed by the enemy on this side of the sand dune still couldn't see us. This was partly due to the chaos happening on the other side as all attention was focused there.
Then I saw movement on the southeastern side of the massive sand dune which was just far enough from our location that we wouldn't be able to see them either.
It was a group of similar size to mine but with one big difference. These were mounted soldiers on swiftharts that could—and I couldn't believe it myself—traverse the steep incline as if they were mountain goats.
"Shit!" I hissed as I realized that I was about to lose the bet. "We need to move… now!"


Dean Dapper leads two lives. By day, he’s your average teenager enduring the hustle and bustle of everyday life in the mundane human world. By night, however, he’s the reluctant commander of the Foolhardies, a group of troublemakers fighting in a war of succession that’s been ongoing for nearly five hundred years!

A Fifteen-year-old battling mythical fairy-tale beings may sound foolhardy, but Dean isn’t in this for himself. His younger brother Luca faces a life of slavery in the fairy realm, and only Dean’s fight to become the clan hero might rescue Luca from his grim fate. Luckily, Dean finds a valuable ally in Aurana, a princess of the clan with her own political ambitions of her family claiming the empty throne.

Strategic battles, magic sword fights, the underbelly of fairy politics, and raging teen hormones—it’s all in a night’s work for Dean, Luca, Aurana, and the rest of the Foolhardies.

[UPDATE] Pausing on daily chapter releases this June 2020 on account of spending part of my writing time editing the work from the beginning. Please expect even better prose and tighter pacing from chapters 1 to 220 soon. It all starts with 1. After I'm done with that, daily chapters will resume. But don't worry, chapters will still come out weekly. It just won't be daily for now. 

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Our return journey was much quicker- they wanted to keep people from entering, they didn't care much about people trying to leave. We discarded our disguises and travelled as a four, our papers weren't even checked when we went through the borders. We cruised through confidently in our stolen car, without much complaint from the patrols, who unwittingly didn't know that they were letting go enemy assassins back into their homeland.  
The events of that day were over so quickly, I wondered what actually happened as I dozed semi-comfortably in the passenger seat. I definitely slipped the correct amount of poison in the champagne glass. Why would the guard end up drinking it? Did he suspect me? Or was he ever going to drink it? I tried to think back to the guard that stood next to Jason Smart. I tried to concentrate on what he looked like, but I couldn't remember his face. I'm not even sure I looked at the man- I was concentrating so much on Jason Smart, I didn't see much else.
Somehow, I'd managed to fall asleep as the car cruised the monotonous countryside. My dreams were filled with faceless men; although their heights differed, they were all the same. Dark skin dressed in a dark suit, and where their features should have been were black gaping holes. At first, they just stood there, then as if being hit with something small, their entire bodies shuddered before slumping over to the ground. I watched, rooted to the spot, as their heads bent upwards at an unnatural angle and their bodies morphed into something that was no longer human. They clawed forwards, using their finger nails to hoist themselves across the dirt, their limbs bent as joints where there naturally shouldn't have been. They crawled towards me hands desperately reaching out, clasping for my ankles, but falling just short. I felt the tips of their fingers graze my skin, brushing against the fine hairs on my legs but never getting any further. Despite that I couldn't move, I was frozen in place as faceless body piled on faceless body until I was entirely smothered, my terror multiplying tenfold with each instance.
I jerked awake when the sun hung low in the sky, setting the planes of yellow grass ablaze in warm golden rays. We were travelling south, more south than Garlantia- we'd been travelling far too long to still be in Garlantia's borders, and the air was dry and hot. I wondered if we were traveling to the Waste Lands, the most southern region of our continent. As the name suggests it was a barren waste land, nothing grew, there was seldom water and it was full of sand dunes that heated up in the sun and half cooked anything that touched it. It was needless to say that no-one lived there, it belonged to no-one- no country or lord would take it. It simply had no worth or use.
There were stories of monsters- dragons- that lived there, consuming anything that dared to enter its clutches. They were just stories, but the inspiration had to come from somewhere.
Slowly, the yellow grass turned to yellow sand, and the road turned to dirt then disappeared completely. Rickon was using a tiny metal compass to navigate, controlling the car haphazardly with one hand. At one point I thought we would capsize as we drove over a particularly large dune of sand. By some miracle, we kept upright, spraying large amounts of sand over the bonnet as the tires struggled to maintain grip.
The heat of the sun warmed the metal plates on the car, roasting the air and making it difficult to breathe; sweat accumulated on my brow, dripping down the bridge of my nose. I try wiping it on my shirt, but that too is damp with sweat. It was too hot to sleep, instead I watched the flawless blue sky pass over the horizon as deep reds and oranges slowly replace it.
Once the sun had fully set, the temperature dropped rapidly, turning the sweat on my skin icy. It seemed quite sudden that the steaming temperature of the car turned to ice; pimples rose on my skin, and my clothes that had previously stuck to me with sweat, were now bitter like they'd been dipped in cold water.
By the time we slowed to a stop we were far into the Wastelands, sand was all that could be seen, as far as the eye could see: an endless blanket of white sand towards all the horizons, and above that an inky sky was so many stars that there were patches of pure light in places. In the dark, where everything white reflects the light, the white sand could have been mistaken for snow.
Rickon stretches and instructs me to get out. I timidly climb out, and gently close the door behind me, for a moment I thought he was going to leave me there at the mercy of the dessert and drive off, but instead, he also climbs out he side. He guides me firmly by the shoulder down to the bottom of the sand dune. I stumble and slip but with his hand firmly on my arm I manage to stay upright. I discover that my observation was wrong- it wasn't as desolate as I first thought. At the bottom of this particular dune the sand faded away to rock, and after a steep drop there was a series of caves which looked like they'd been adapted to living in. the openings that were large enough were fitted with door, while those few which were smaller were either bordered shut or fitted with shutters. We descended a set of rough natural stairs. In the crater, the temperatures dropped even further and I hugged my arms in an attempt to retain as much heat as possible.
On closer inspection the caves were fitted with high end Garlantian technology, there were motion sensors fitted in the cave walls, and hidden cameras disguised in the shadows. I followed Rickon through a series of small caves until we were met with a solid steel door. He stood still and gazed straight ahead. A series of clicking noises followed and the door swung inwards.
"Yammen!" He called in the darkness, navigating the passageway as if it was day, and dragging me awkwardly along with him. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dull light, and just ahead a weak artificial light leaked into the passage. The corridor widened into a circular caven with metal shelves filled with the strangest looking technology and gadgets. Bare light bulbs hung from the ceiling in random intervals, giving off uneven blue light. Wires and circuit boards were everywhere, woven within a labyrinth of papers and equipment, and at its epicentre was a scraggy middle-aged man with unruly curly hair, pulled back into a haphazard bun at the nape of his neck. He didn't acknowledge our arrival at first, he continued with his blow torch until he completed his task, and Rickon began getting restless, tapping his boot on the floor. Just when I think he's about to go over and finish it for him, he stops and unmasks himself to reveal a pale face with small beady eyes. "Just finished one job and you've got another. Don't give ya a break, do they?" is all he says.
He grunted, "Aint in the job description. Now, do you have what I asked for?" he asked roughly.
"Yeah. It's expensive so I hope this isn't a waste." He peered past Rickon to size me up. "Well, he aint dead yet so must be doing something right."
He takes out a little wooden box from the desk draw and hands it to Rickon. "Come here boy." He demanded. I obediently step forward; his iron grip takes hold of my shoulder and he steers me in front of him. Yammen seizes my shoulders, "what hand do you write with?" he asked.
"My left." I answer, confused.
He forces my right hand, and Rickon takes out a thick back band from the box he was given. It looked similar to a bangle, except if I looked closely there were tiny metal hairs gutting inwards so that if anyone wore it, the hairs would pierce the skin. With the band is getting closer to my wrist, I begin to pull away but the man called Yammen holds me steady. Rickon slips the open band over my wrist, then pressed down hard as he fastens it. I yelp in shock and blink away the tears forming in edges of my eyes. Many sharp pains blossom up my wrist, and small beads of blood escape from underneath the band. I glared at Rickon as I held my injured wrist tenderly with my other hand.
"Look at this, the little brat is glaring at you." Yammen chuckled.
He sneered, "Do you know what that is?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Speak when you answer me." he demanded.
"No." I growled.
"That is an experimental prisoners' bangle, it continually releases small amounts of poison into the bloodstream so that every twenty-four hours you will need me administer an antidote. With this, if you betray us, you die. Fail the task I give you, you die. Piss me off, you die. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I would let him see my fear, but in that moment, I had to truly accept that this was my life. I thought I had before, but I knew then that I never gave up hope that somehow one day I could get out of it or run away. I abandoned that hope.
"If the kid dies at least return his arm. Those things are expensive." He giggled evilly.
In turn Rickon nodded. "We're leaving." He stated.
I scurried after him, glad to leave behind the cold hole that man called home. My finger tips tingled as the feeling began to flood back into my hands. I struggled with the truck door and scrambled in as Rickon started the engine and the two stirred in the back seats. "We all done now?" Jays voice called from the back.
"All done."

A nameless child is sold to an enemy nation for human experimentation. Found to be useless in their experiments, he is given to a squad in their army as a child solider. A squad notorious for giving their child soldiers difficult and dangerous tasks which result in high mortality rates. This follows the story of a nameless boy, who with the help of a mysterious black shadow, will do anything to survive. Even kill.

A man lay in the desert. He had a large build, tanned skin, and short white hair. This man lay on the sand for many nights not moving or breathing.A large animal plodded slowly towards the man's body. It looked at him and nudged the body. With that, the man shot up and grabbed at the animal's head. It let out a startled cry before shying away from his hand.The man looked around at the desert and the animal. It had knobby horns protruding from its head and scales covering its large body. The man looked at it for a few seconds and stood up. The animal charged at him. He, being completely unexperienced, had no inkling of the need to dodge. The animal rammed into him sending him flying back. The man felt an unfamiliar feeling that he identified as harmful and should be avoided. 

The man got up off the sand with a mangled right arm and decided to leave while he still had a chance, but the animal was already on to him. It rammed him again and followed up by stomping on him repeatedly. The last thing he saw was a foot coming towards his eyes ready to crush his skull. 

The man once again woke up, but this time it was cool instead of hot. He also felt a large pressure all around him. He could no longer feel any injuries so he moved his arms that had just been crippled before his nap. They had trouble moving due to the pressure, but they were functioning. He felt around and realized that he was buried underneath the sand. He began to dig himself out, pushing sand to the side before grabbing onto a handful above it. Before long, a hand broke through to the surface. He pulled the rest of himself out and sat on the sand inspecting his surroundings. He was still in a desert , but the dunes around him had changed. Then he inspected his previously broken body.

He was completely healed. He also noticed that tattooed into his left bicep was a series of symbols that he instinctively knew. The symbols read.

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The First
Name: Lycus
Age: 82 years old
Form: Enhanced Human
Unlocked Potential: 0%
Physique:1
Mind: 0.5
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So his name was Lycus the man thought. He approved of the name. He wondered just how long he'd slept that he was 82 years old and what's this about potential and form. He tried to think what it meant and he assumed that form was what he was and potential mean he still had a long way to go before he was at his peak. He wondered if his stats were good or bad and assumed bad because that thing from before beat him up badly. He told himself to try to increase his stats when he knew how. Lycus looked around him and set off towards the nearest sand dune. He climbed the dunes for hours under the scorching sun. Lycus realized that the sun was moving through the sky to right in front of him. He stopped for a moment staring towards the sunset and realized that his new life as a wanderer was only just beginning. He knew that from now on he needed to settle his mind and adapt to his situation. At that moment he felt a searing pain in his left arm.

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The First
Name: Lycus
Age: 82 years old
Form: Enhanced Human
Unlocked Potential: 0%
Physique:1
Mind: 0.6
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His stats had rebranded themselves. He suddenly felt just a little clearer of mind and everything around him moved a little slower. As the sun slowly set over the horizon, Lycus laid down upon the top of his sand dune and settled in to sleep.

Lycus woke up in the morning with the sun shining in his eyes and more pain in his arm.

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The First
Name: Lycus
Age: 82 years old
Form: Enhanced Human
Unlocked Potential: 0%
Physique:1.1
Mind: 0.6
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It seems that his physique stat was updated with rest after his body was given time to recover. This meant the harder he worked the better he would get.He set off to continue his travel, but this time at a much faster pace. He jogged over the dunes. Getting more tired as time went on before dropping to the sand. His legs were aching. His feet were burning and He could barely move he was so exhausted. The sun took a long time to set as he just lay there waiting for the desert's frigid night to come. From there Lycus began his journey across the desert.

A man woke up 4.6 billion years ago on a planet not dissimilar from earth. He was in a desert alone with a strange brand that proclaimed him The First and declared his physical status. With a strange brand and no limits what will he find in this world.

From the depths of darkness, a giant ship approached the orange-red planet. The words TS Expedition were engraved on the hull and blended in perfectly with the black armor. Just like a sharp sword piercing through the darkness, it alluded a deadly vibe among the stars.
The bowl-shaped engine ejected a red glow, and then the glow suddenly disappeared.
Under the influence of inertia, the Seagull-class transport ship slowly stopped on the synchronous orbit of Mars.
"The main engine off."
"Secondary engine ignited."
"The orbital parameters have been corrected."
"The feedback beam is confirmed. The center of gravity is normal. Confirmed to enter the synchronous orbit."
"The secondary engine off."
After a series of commands, the serious and tense atmosphere in the bridge disappeared.
A man in a military uniform walked to the captain's side and saluted.
"Captain, we have arrived above the colony! Waiting for your orders!"
The majestic man in the bridge gazed at the fiery red planet outside the window.
"Order the deactivation of the hibernation chamber."
"Roger!"
Outside the bridge, inside the transport cabin.
The lights on the wall began to illuminate one after another as they lit up the rectangular space.
The hibernation chambers along the wall emitted a blue glow as gas escaped from the edges between the hatch and the chamber itself.
The hibernation chambers opened and the soldiers inside opened their eyes. They pushed out of the half-closed hatch doors. Just like what they performed many times in exercises, they rushed to their battle positions in an orderly manner.
The crew in blue overalls headed swiftly to the function bays of artillery, observation, power, and the Marines in gray-white uniforms rushed into the arsenal and equipped themselves with space kinetic skeletons and Gauss rifles. They all waited in the buffer cabin on standby.
Inside the bridge.
The officer returned to the captain and saluted again.
"All hibernation chambers have deactivated."
"Connect the colony channel."
"Roger!"
The holographic screen emerged in the middle of the bridge, and after a series of white flickering images, the image on the screen quickly stabilized.
When the man appeared on the screen, from the captain's calm expression, there was a smile that was beginning to form.
On the other hand, Hong Zewei sighed in relief as he stood in the command room of the colony and looked at the friend on the screen who had finished his captain training one year after him.
Hong Zewei cleared his throat, and with a composed voice, he expressed his welcome to the arrival of the reinforcements on behalf of the colony.
"This is Mars colony. We welcome the expedition force to enter the bay."
"This is Expedition. The first group of Marines is airborne. Thank you for your hard work."
...
When he looked up above the colony, the joy and shock in Zhang Hai's eyes magnified.
The prism-shaped airdrop cabins dragged a blue glow, and left clear trajectories in the sky. They eventually crashed into the desert near the colony.
The dust of Mars was sent high up into the air and the impact wave blew the red sand instantly away.
The hatches on all sides opened and smashed into the ground.
New combat vehicles rolled out from the airdrop cabins as they left trails of dust.
The new combat vehicle was called Pathfinder T-2. Compared to Pathfinder T-1, previously equipped for the colony, the new vehicle had higher tonnage, a hybrid track-design that replaced the rubber tires and rapid-fire guns that fired electromagnetic shells.
These improvements were designed to deal with extraterrestrial armor units that may appear near Mine 071. Except they did not expect that there would only be a weathered ruin under Mine 071 without any thing else in sight.
However, the situation took another twisted turn, and the Devil Worms that emerged from underground caught Celestial Trade by surprise. The one hundred Pathfinder T-2s were then deployed to eradicate Devil Worms which provided armor protection for vulnerable targets.
The movement outside the colony attracted the attention of the Devil Worms nearby.
When the Devil Worms felt the tremors from the surface, they drilled out from the oxygen supply layer. Like the mythical earth dragons that roamed in the ground in old legends, they accelerated to the source of the tremor, before they penetrated out from the ground and bit down on the "new neighbors" they haven't even encountered yet.
"REEEEE-!"
The muffled screeching of the Devil Worms sounded like cries of pain. The two pairs of sickles hit the sturdy armor but only left a crack the size of a thumb.
The large-scale rapid-fire guns began to rampage with glaring lights emitting from the fearsome barrels. The shells accelerated to multiple times the speed of sound, then instantly ruptured the armor of the Devil Worms and turned those bugs into sieves. Devil Worms crawled out from the ground one after another, just like worms after a storm, they bit toward the vehicles.
However, the unintelligent creatures were unable to comprehend the stupidity of their behavior.
The sickle that could slice granite was stopped by the Grade-A steel. Unable to break the armor of the vehicle, it at most posed interference to the attack of the vehicles. But when the bugs realized this point and started their retreat into the ground, it was already too late.
Inside the spaceship, the captain who had ended communication with the colony locked onto the red dots on the satellite map.
Life detection device.
The maximum depth of detection for underground creatures was only five kilometers, but for those Devil Worms that sensed the tremor on the surface and already moved upwards, they were within range.
When the armored units of Celestial Marines completed its assembly, he immediately ordered.
"Depth five kilometers, launch the underground seeking missile!"
"Roger!"
As soon as an order was issued, the crew members in the bridge immediately began to execute.
"Weapon is loaded!"
"The coordinates are locked!"
A long stripe-shaped object was separated from the SS Expedition. After it had fallen for some distance, an orange-red flame suddenly surged out from the silenced engine at the tail.
Under the dual action of gravity and engine propulsion, the missile began to accelerate as it crossed the distance of 17,031 kilometers before it smashed into the sand dune.
When the dust dissipated, the sand dune was quiet, much like in the silent bridge...
On the holographic screen in the middle of the bridge, the red dot that was the focus of everyone's attention quickly descended.
When the altitude value jumped to negative five kilometers, the gunner calmly said.
"Hit confirmed!"
Almost at the moment when he finished this sentence, the flame was like rolling magma, engulfing the rock and tunnels with Devil Worms lurking into an ocean of fire.
Thousands of degrees of high temperature even ignited the air, even the metamorphic rock could not withstand such a high temperature, as the rock directly liquefied into magma. The magma dripped into the next layer and formed into pointy stalagmites.
No creature could survive through this purgatory.
Even the species that survived over 3.7 billion years lost to the weapons of the civilized.
The raging flame quickly dissipated.
A string of red dots that marked life on the screen also extinguished.
An officer walked to the captain and stood upright, clean, and neat.
"A total of twenty-seven Devil Worm kills confirmed!"
The captain listened to the report from the first officer, then nodded. There was a sense of pride hidden deep in his pupils.
Devil Worms?
Alien species?
In front of the iron hoof of Celestial Trade.
They are only so-so!


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


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