200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Shinichi stayed over again, even though that meant that he left so early that Danika considered it to be the dead of night. She laid awake for a little while after he left and considered the problem of comfortable sleeping arrangements for two.

Her apartment simply wasn't big enough, she decided finally.

--

Something had gone wrong with the last update to the system. The empire overflowed the space available, it was far more severe than even when the child of the traveling merchant had occupied a large portion of it. The celestial servants were not reacting, and it looked like the world was going to end in about five minutes. Sooner if the players began connecting.

The Jade Emperor examined the available options, followed the priorities given to the gods long ago, and began to remove the areas that had no player location registered to them.

--

Danika logged in for the morning meeting, feeling a little surprised that she wasn't as tired as she expected. The meeting was almost entirely devoted to laying out the foundation for storyline frames that would encourage the dwarves to develop along recognizably "steampunk" lines.

It seemed almost counter intuitive to Danika, but cementing the dwarven monarchies looked like it would become one of the key points. It was the first time that she was directly involved in a major "import" of story data. Devon Yu opened up web access to literary libraries, and the department began searching for "appropriate" stories.

Although those stories wouldn't be released into the game's libraries until they had gone through several layers of approval, Danika thought about how the Jade Emperor had claimed to have access to the celestial workspaces, and wondered if he could read everything before it was approved for inclusion.

When she retreated to her own workspace, she called up an instance of him and asked.

"Yes, I can access what each celestial servant is working on," the Jade Emperor agreed calmly.

Danika hesitated over whether or not to send an inquiry to Lin Hao. It seemed like a breach of the careful isolation that had been maintained between the game data and the open world. She had just about decided that surely Lin Hao was aware, and that perhaps the Emperor himself was part of the protective barrier, when the Jade Emperor asked her something.

"What?" Danika asked. It had sounded like he'd just asked what steampunk really was.

"What is the intent of the additions to the empire that are currently being constructed? The definition of steampunk does not seem to be related to the words that form it," the Emperor asked.

"Um, well, that's kind of true and kind of not. The steam comes from the most common type of engine available to power various machines in the era, and the punk is kind of," Danika stumbled over the word for a moment, and then she said, "rebellious. Not the kind of rebellion that creates wars, so much as a social one. A distinct clothing fashion worn by people who are supporting mechanical innovations, exploration of the world, and ummm…" she trailed off.

"A rebellion lead by the monarchy?" the Emperor asked with a puzzled expression.

Danika suddenly agreed with more enthusiasm, "Yes! It is kind of celebrating a time in history when some great leaders rebelled against 'how things have always been done' and invested large portions of their country's resources into innovations and improvements. They eventually changed everything from how sewage was handled, to common modes of transportation and communication, and the way goods were manufactured."

"This was an actual time in history and not just something from the legends of your world?" the Jade Emperor asked after a long moment.

"Well, kind of, it has become more of a legendary time that has many stories inspired by it that have nothing to do with actual history," Danika replied seriously.

"I understand," the Jade Emperor said calmly.

"I thought it suited the dwarves since they are already struggling to change," Danika added.

The Emperor shook his head and corrected her with amusement, "No, they have been struggling to avoid changing. They have been trying to return to 'the way things have always been done', so this endeavor to inspire the leaders to invest in innovation and improvement will truly be a revolution. It will be difficult to prevent the wars from erupting again, but it is indeed appropriate to their situation."

Danika gazed at him, aghast at the idea that trying to impose steampunk theming on a race was going to drive them back to war. But the traveling merchant was always very accurate, and she couldn't dismiss his warning, even if he was now wearing the emperor's clothes.

She stopped and sent messages to both Devon Yu and Lin Hao.

--

"She's apparently been using the new Emperor as a servant ever since he became available," Devon Yu informed Lin Hao with a chuckle.

"She always has," Lin Hao replied calmly. "She calls up an incarnation of The Traveling Merchant whenever she has questions about the game that her assistant can't answer well. Her assistant is developing an unusually large library too though. I don't know if it's because she began as a player or just the way she thinks."

"What do you think? Is the resumption of the dwarven wars a reason to scrap the idea and go back to the gnomes?" Devon Yu asked.

Lin Hao eyed the older man. "That smug expression says that you already have your own answer, so why are you asking me?"

Devon Yu's eyes lit up as he admitted, "I can think of a million fun quests involving espionage, resource accumulation, and automation. Stuff that has never really fit into the fantasy world we created."

Lin Hao shrugged. "He says it would be difficult to prevent the wars, not impossible." He spun his chair in his habitual fashion, even though it was a prop that didn't entirely suit the VR environment of his workspace. His toe gently touched the marble floor and brought him to a halt facing a screen that showed the inner courtyard of the Jade Palace. "Let's put the Emperor to work."

"You know, I think this is the first time I've ever liked the results of an advertising ploy," Devon Yu admitted with a chuckle.

"Liar," Lin Hao replied with amusement, "you love this game."

After a great deal of preparation, Danika begins her new digital dragon's life in a very small way.

They say the "Living Jade Empire" creates individualized quests. They say it can read your mind. They say you can find your heart's desire. They say that there's never been a game like it, and they're right but… they're also wrong.

The game is a data mine, built to retell the old tales that humans have been telling each other since language was invented. It doesn't read your mind, but it reads your search history, your favorites, and your blogs. The "Living Jade Empire" is literally crafted from fables, legends, fantasies, and maybe just a bit of stardust.

But in the end, will the game be able to figure out what Danika wants most? Will the desires of other players take priority? Or, will playing it change her, until she desires what it can give her?

A journey is always made up of many small steps, and this game has still only just begun.

---The Editor's POV---
Well, that just happened. First, me and two friends die and appear in a pitch-black void standard stuff of an isekai novel right. I mention that to my friends reminding Dryad of the tropes since she seems weirdly out of it claiming to see colours but looking around again, yeah this place is empty as all hell. But damn, her voice sounded weird for a second. What was it she said?
"What are you two talking about, can't you two see the ć̴͇͙ò̴̩̆ḷ̸̃̀o̶͖͍͝u̴͉͆̀ṛ̷̗̑s̵͎̿ in the distance"
Then god appears threatening to kill us what an asshole. Then another guy appears killing god claiming to be the devil.
I now feel him looking at me "I do not claim to be the devil child. I am the devil."
Well fuck, guess the devil can read minds.
"Yes I can, and it is rude to think about someone while in telepathy distance."
The devil clears his throat for a seconds before putting on what I can only describe as a customer service smile and voice.
"You three young souls, caused an apocalypse yes? That results in a lot of harmful Karma more so because the world wasn't meant to end yet meaning you three somehow destroyed fate and destiny within your world that is quite an achievement. After all, it means that as your world ended so did every single possible parallel timeline truly a masterpiece of destruction."
Wiping a fake tear from its eye the devil continues. "Now, as a fellow world ender, I can respect new people joining the craft as such I have taken it upon myself to introduce myself and give you two options."
I begin to feel hope rising in my chest. Is this it? could it be my chance for a bullshit multiverse wish fulfilment journey. I see both the devil and my friends looking at me funny. Did I say that outloud?

Mr gunslinger gives a dead-eyed expression and states "No, but you are vibrating so much it's easy to tell what you're thinking."
The devil clears his throat with a faint look of amusement. "Now Option the first, I eat you, this will spare you from the torment that your negative karma will ensure you face in the afterlife. Side benefit, I get to eat. Option the second, I using my phenomenal cosmic power, convert that negative karma into boons for your next life in a world of your choosing. A side benefit I get entertainment and you get the chance to end a second world. I'll give you some time to converse."
---The Artist's POV---
"I say we take it." Of course he does, he basically demanded a dnd campaign from dryad about exactly this. Speaking of, she seems to be staring somewhere far off looking at colours that I can't seem to see. Sighing, I turn to the overactive puppy in orb form. 

"You do recall he is The Devil right? No guarantee anything he's saying is real. Being eaten may actually be preferable to whatever he has planned." Of course, I don't actually believe this, how could I, I helped him convince dryad into planning that campaign, still it's easier if I pretend to disagree if only to prompt a debate about it. Who knows, maybe a third being will appear and kill The Devil. 
I'll pretend I didn't just hear It snort. 
"It is." This comes from dryad who seems to be focused on us now.
"What?"
"It is real."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"̶͖̔T̶͔̾h̸͇͑e̸̬̐̎ ̶̨̓͜͝c̸͇͐̉ō̴̡̤l̷̼̐ͅo̴̡͈̎͂ȕ̶͚r̵̙̣̍͘s̴͍̒͠ ̴̮͋t̵̻̄ọ̷̏l̵̀̍ͅd̵͒ͅ ̴̝̼̚m̶̭̳̓e̷͇̐ͅ.̸̱̙̎̈́"̷͙̣̓͝
I look at the puppy "Okay not gonna question that, so two against one right, so we take the deal."
They both give the best nod possible for a disembodied orb in an empty nothing. The puppy nods a lot more enthusiastically. 
I turn to the Devil "I guess we take the deal then."
He gives a brief childish clap in excitement. "Wonderful, it would be such a shame to eat such wonderful potential world enders. Now then let me display the karma that each of you has accrued."
---The Writer's POV---
With a snap 3 glowing grey orbs appear in front of each of us. In front of Marine is an orb only slightly large than himself. In front of Steampunk, an orb that is slightly larger than Marine's and in front of me one slightly larger than Steampunk's. 
"Ah but it must be annoying to be just orbs, and we wouldn't want that to disrupt your decision making." With another snap all 3 of us are in blank humanoid forms like mannequins. "So what will you be having."
Again I hear that voice that is not a voice whisper. w̷̗̰̽i̶̥̖̒͘s̷͆͜h̸̳͍́̿ and that prompts something.

Before either of my friends can speak I cut in because I can see Marine about to ask for a system. "A question first, If each of us were to exchange all of our karma for wishes how many would we each receive."
I can feel both Marine and Steampunk looking at me. 
The devil gives a slight grin. "Based on your contributions to the end of your world you may receive 5 wishes."
Points to Steampunk "4 Wishes."
Points to Marine "3 Wishes."
Before I respond I hear the not a voice whisper V̸̘̑̔o̶̻͚̓͘i̴̿͜d̸͍̝̏ ̸̤͑r̶̰̳͌u̴̲̤̅̀l̸̼̠̓̂e̴͙͊̍s̴̟̽͝
"I'll accept that trade then, I will exchange all of my Karma for 5 wishes according to the void rules."
Steampunk seems to have caught on "I too will exchange all of my Karma for 4 wishes according to the void rules."
Marine looks between us before shrugging. "Fuck it, I will exchange all of my Karma for 3 wishes according to the void rules."
The devil seems taken aback before a huge grin spreads across his face as he looks at me. "I don't know how you know about those rules but this just became a lot more entertaining. So what will you wish for there are limits naturally though they are fairly intuitive no wishing for anything excessive for instance but according to void rules you all receive one 'grand wish' which is just a way of saying you get to negotiate the specifics of the wish."
Steampunk looks at me. "Soul, Mind, Body and 3 for the group."
Realising what he is suggesting I Nod. I look over at Marine and am surprised to see he seems to get it as well. Did death make him smarter?
I look up at the devil "For the first wish, I would like all 3 of us to receive a class-based auxilliary system with no AI, that has the restriction of only granting passive skills but can also enable us to travel the multiverse after completing a specific mission within the world we are in. I would also like for that to be the only type of mission that the system can grant."
The Devil gives a little nod. "Lucky you used the word auxilliary and added that restriction otherwise it would have cost an extra wish but yeah that's reasonable. You will not be able to spread it to anyone else though as it will not have a party system."
Squaring my now plastic shoulders I speak again "For my second wish, I would like all 3 of us to have the option of selecting 3 races or bloodlines each all of which will be fully manifested as though they were our initial race with all of their upsides and none of the downsides. The 3 bloodlines will not fuse together and should in our travel we receive an additional bloodline through some method it will only be able to fuse with one of our 3 bloodlines."
The devil thinks "That will work, although some of the more extreme benefits possible may be reduced as a result."
"That's Fine."
The devil now turns to look at Steampunk as Marine whispers to me. "Why only passive skills."
I whisper back as Steampunk makes his wish. "Easy to train as any action will affect every passive skill attached to it with no need to activate anything. It will make it easier for a smooth brain like yours."
Steampunk speaks clearly and succinctly "I would like all 3 of us to receive a permanent 2X multiplier to all aspects relating to our growth, such that any form of exercise or training will have twice the results."
Steampunk then looks over at Marine "It's only 2X because it will allow us to always be seen as talented in anything we do in any world that we travel to without being seen as an overwhelming prodigy as that can draw the wrong kind of attention."
The Devil claps drawing our attention to the fact that it has split into 3 different bodies all identical. "So from what you discussed earlier you will no all be making 3 wishes, for my own amusement I will be separating you as you make these wishes, but I will also allow you to customise your appearance while separate so you can shock each other. But before that, what world would you like to go to." 
Both Steampunk and I look at Marine to let him pick since we got extra wishes. 
He doesn't even hesitate "A world that directly follows the main canon of Danmachi appearing a year before canon begins in a version without any other transmigrator or reincarnation fuckery."
Even the devil look shocked at how quickly he gave that answer but agrees anyway.

Once upon a time 3 idiots made a fake news story. 4 months later they died in the 1st nuclear strike that would start the end of the world. What will these 3 idiotic dnd playing nerds do now in their next life.

So yeah uhhh, that's the thing, I want a good steampunk apocalypse book, and guess what? Steampunk Apocalypse (mind the capitalization, it's an actual webnovel, read it, not a suggestion or something, DO IT) got dropped, don't know what happened, don't know why, it's been like two years, fuck you snoozy I love you WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME anyway... what was I saying? Uh right, disclaimer, uuuh this shit is gonna be vulgar, badly written and coff coff "inspired" from Steampunk Apocalypse cause I don't know how to create new things, and yeah, you can't say shit about me having bad grammar cause
 1) I DISCLAIMED so yeah

2) Guess what? Not my first language, I'm Italian, actually Ukrainian, actually Russian, and I studied French at school, using Spanish books, so fuck you

3) and last but not least, I'm in a fucking asylum right now, or how they like to call it, a PsYchIAtRic hOsPItaL or something, so yeah, can't blame a psycho for bad grammar I guess... have fun :)

IN AN APOCALYPTIC WORLD WHERE EVEN SAND CAN EAT YOU, OUR BRAVE HERO JOHNN- I mean, Edward, Johnny is the other guy, anyway, our brav-actually no he's not brave... not even a hero he's just a bitch... ok let's start over. Uhm uhm
In an apocalyptic world, where even sand can eat you, in a small town we can find a little guy that eats random carcasses, will he survive? probably not, but just in case, what road will he take? will he rescue the princess, or rape her? maybe even enslave her, will he save the legendary kingdom or conquer it and make a touristic place out of it for shit and jiggles? this and more in RUUUST ABOOMINATIOOOON!™
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Ok, let's stop with the bullshittery and start with the true synopsis, we're in a post apocalyptic world, most technology is lost, (you'll know how if you continue reading... eventually), the planet has no name for it was lost during the various wars, more or less you can be whatever you want, male, female, lakitu, pick your poison, and you can fuck whatever you want, you know, people can't judge if you have super powers that can obliterate half planet, that's what happened, some sicko that likes to fuck cacti becomes god? well, let's extend that LGBTQ+ list once more i guess. Apart from that, I don't wanna ruin the fun, so, for more lore, keep reading :)

At the border of the wilderness plain.
Sugar Ruins City.
In a wide and bright dome-shaped classroom.
"Student Gurney, what do you think is the most important thing for a mage?"
On the podium of the large domed classroom currently holding a supernatural lecture, the female lecturer Hillary Potter, a tall and proud figure with pale skin and curly blond hair, called out Gurney and asked.
Sixteen-year-old Gurney Lawrence, who had short black hair, black pupils, and was wearing a black turtleneck shirt, stood up and answered in a calm, composed manner, "I think that a mage needs to learn to be tanky. Only then can he hold his ground and be able to unleash his spells properly."
Once he had said that, the fifty Apprentice Mage students in the classroom went into a daze for a moment before someone erupted with chuckles.
Followed by someone's laughter, and finally, everyone's uncontrollable and hysterical laughter.
The entire classroom was filled with laughter.
Senior Mage Hillary Potter was also unable to hold back as she laughed along.
It was nothing but common sense; as a magic-focused Transcendent, the most important thing was to be proficient in all of the powerful spells that you knew, as well as all sorts of supernatural knowledge.
As for the idea that this student Gurney thought of — for mages to be tanky — it was way too absurd.
"Can you describe your viewpoint concisely?" Hillary Potter did not rebuke Gurney's words.
Because these students of Sugar Ruins City Academy were still young boys and girls who had yet to step into the adult world.
When they truly experienced the "blood" and "terror" of this mysterious supernatural world, they would give up on those "immature" ideas.
They would walk on the path of a mage that countless pioneering elites and genius Transcendents had created before them.
Facing his classmates' mockery, Gurney showed no changes in his expression. He did not feel ashamed because of their response; he was simply calm and composed.
After a short silence, he continued to explain, "As we all know, mages have very powerful long-range offensive methods and the extremely high power output capable of targeting a large area. These are traits that other supernatural classes cannot match."
"But in terms of defense against physical and magic attacks, we are relatively weaker, or rather, our bodies are as thin as paper. We get torn apart instantly with just one hit.
"The result is that many powerful and outstanding supernatural mages die in the hands of skilled assassins. Sneak attackers with peculiar or unique abilities might also get into close range and kill the mage in an extremely unfair manner.
"From what I know, in the history of Oasia North Continent, there had been several incidents where high-ranking Spellcasters were sneak-attacked and had their defenses broken through, causing their bodies to be torn to shreds. This was what resulted in the Black Crane incident, which led several important events to go down an unpredictable path.
"If a mage is willing to spend time and effort to train their body, to allow their body to gain greater endurance against attacks, they would still be able to survive in complex situations even if they lost their shield. They will also then be able to counterattack their enemies."
"A good viewpoint." Hillary Potter nodded slightly. "But the problem is, mages are weak in physical strength and defense, to begin with.
"Don't you think that spending that time and effort on researching spell knowledge would have far greater efficiency than raising your endurance?
"Furthermore, as your supernatural knowledge becomes deeper, you will be able to explore the Ancient Ruins, the Fog Wilderness Plain, as well as board the recently popular Steampunk Steel Ship. You will be able to survive these sea explorations and deserted island excavations, gaining more supernatural resources for yourself.
"With enough resources, you will become an even stronger mage. You will not have to worry about your own defense and vitality, instead of ending up as a weaker mage that has some sort of defensive capability."
Hillary Potter easily rebuked Gurney's words.
Next, she waved her hand to indicate that he should sit down; she did not give him a chance to argue.
As for Gurney, he was not like other teenagers who would be anxious to defend and explain their view to the lecturer either.
He sat down calmly with a tranquil expression.
It was as if the discussion earlier could not raise any emotions in his heart.
I get the logic, but as a fragile mage, survival is still the most important. Wanting to pursue greater firepower but not survivability, this sort of extreme path is not safe! Gurney who had sat down sighed internally.
There was also a reason why Gurney Lawrence pointed out that "mages should be tanky" and "stability is key".
Mainly because he was a transmigrator, one who had a careful nature from birth.
Half a year ago, on a stormy night.
In Summoner's Canyon, Gurney's tanky-mage character, Wanderer, beat the opponent's fragile Mage with a 9 to 0 score.
During his excitement, Gurney knocked over a bottle and caused a short circuit. He was electrocuted. But after that shock, he received another: he had transmigrated to an alternate world.
It was a mysterious steampunk world.
When he first arrived, Gurney felt fear, uneasiness, and a sense of loss. However, after a while, Gurney started to feel excited that he was an orphan[1] here; it was a good sign.
After half a year.
Gurney was finally able to accept and had adapted to his new identity — he was an adopted orphan with a decent talent as a mage.
After learning about this world's terror and danger while knowing that he was a fragile mage, Gurney, who was a careful person, naturally chose to walk on the path of the tanky mage, which suited him best.
Even though his tanky mage theory was rebuked by his lecturer, Gurney did not feel any dejectedness.
The concept of a tanky mage existed in the world of Magecraft; Gurney was not the person who came up with it.
However, in this world, the mainstream path for a mage was to learn spell knowledge to gain control of stronger spells. The idea of a tanky mage was too unorthodox.
It was impossible for him to try and change the ideal of supreme spellcasting that the students in the class held with just some words.
But for Gurney, the tankiness (or rather, the lack of) of other people was their own problem.
Gurney himself was careful to the limit. Naturally.
In this supernatural steampunk world, the reason why Gurney wanted to walk the path of a tanky mage was, first of all, that he had a cautious nature and loved the survivability of a strong body.
The second reason was that the idea of a tanky mage was completely feasible in his situation…
On the podium.
Hillary Potter was teaching the Apprentice Mages about various techniques and rules, among which were stories of explorations in the Steam Ruins.
Many students were listening attentively to her words.
And Gurney, who already had more avenues to this information compared to other people, knew even more supernatural information than that.
The details regarding the various mysterious ruin explorations that Gurney knew were far bloodier and crueler than what Hillary Potter was describing.
Thus, he lacked interest in the lecturer's words.
His gaze went toward the hazy window. The first thing that he focused on was the unique style of Sugar Ruins City, its color and appearance heavily resembling Byzantine architecture.
The style of this city's architecture was only similar to the Byzantine era. For the finer details, the supernatural steampunk style covered the city with beautiful mechanical lines and curves.
Large and small houses, along with high-rises and bungalows, extended to the outskirts like scales on a body.
Next, looking further, large steel-framed steampunk-styled steam factories, with their huge steel chimneys spewing dense black smoke, occupied the periphery of Sugar Ruins City.
Looking even further, one could see the supernatural steam trains on the outskirts of the city.
At this moment, a steam train was emitting a loud noise as it burned the newly excavated black iron ores and gradually traveled far away.
This was the world that Gurney was in — the Supernatural Steampunk World.
It was the steampunk era that had the supernatural steam engine as the heart, the huge steel frames as the skeleton, and the supernatural knowledge of the mystical as the flesh and blood — all progressing towards prosperity and breaking through hurdles to discover the unknown territories of the world.
Thankfully, Gurney who had transmigrated to this mysterious world was not alone: a very powerful "Passive Farming System" had come along with him.
The location of this Sugar Ruins City that Gurney resided in was the intersection point of this world's steampunk civilization and the mysterious supernatural wilderness; it was the "City of Riches" that was filled with both danger and opportunities.
As for the currently weak Gurney, he was still carefully living in this dangerous city by the fringe, quietly farming away passively.
[0] Tank - someone who takes the hits/damage for a team; a meatshield.
[1] Orphan - because MCs often transmigrated to characters with dead or missing parents.


While a certain young man hides in a certain Ruins City, wanting to become a tanky mage through passive farming.
Mages should focus on learning more spells and magic? There is no time to invest in body strengthening? Mages are defenseless when they run out of mana? None of these are a problem for Gurney and his Passive Farming System. Through the system, Gurney trains both his body and mind at the same time, he goes beyond the limits and logic of an ordinary mage. This is a mage who casts spells while tanking hits, his recovery speed surpasses even warriors and knights. This is the journey of a vigilant and careful mage who grows tankier and tankier.
…
With the rising waves of darkness, the steampunk steel ship sets sail on a journey and adventure.
Whales sink to the depths of the sea, sirens sing with beautiful voices, calling out to the Transcendent sailors who hunt for mermaids.
The mysterious Time Hunters who obey the ancient rules search for their prey.
He who bears the title of “Hero” carries the burden of fate as he steps on the road to write a new page of history.
Ancient “Sealed Ones” rush to break out of their imprisonment, wanting to create and release new “Supernatural Memetics”.
The combination of steam technology and supernatural powers bring forth the era of “Transcendent Genetic Warriors”.
Infant dragons who have just hatched watch as the Dragon Slayer digs out their mother’s heart from her body.
Calamity level lifeforms sharpen their blades, stepping into the stage of this extraordinary era.
The tides of the era surge and swirl, bringing along the mysterious fog of darkness…
The indescribable existence nurtures and grows…
Along with the stare of the Abyss…
…
Welcome to the Supernatural Steampunk Era!

August 24, 2034

August woke up without a headache this time. Kyle was still fast asleep. 

What should I do know? Should I wake him up? But he looks so peaceful. No, I won't wake him up.

August got up and went downstairs. He looked in the bag from yesterday and found some tea packets. 
" It says to get hot water, place the tea bag in a cup, pour it in the cup, add sugar if needed, and its done. Doesn't seem too hard." August took a pot and putted it over the oven. Then he added some water. " How do you turn it on?"  August turned a handle and a large flame appeared when he did that. He jumped back. " That was scary." This time, he turn it to MED. While it was boiling, he looked for a cup. He found it in a high cabinet, and he could reach it since he was tall. He took two cups and noticed it looked like the right temperature. August poured the water into the cups. Then he added tea bags to both of them. He waited and then added sugar to it. It was perfect! 

He carried it upstairs, making sure he didn't spill it. He placed it on the small table next to the bed. 

"Kyle, wake up, it's already morning."  August shook Kyle until he woke up. 

" Fine, I'm up, I'm up." Kyle sat up on the floor.

" I brought some tea." August handed to tea to Kyle. 

" Thanks August." Kyle took the tea from his hands. " Did you just make this?" Kyle asked.

" Yes, I did. At first it was confusing, but then it was easy." August looked very proud.

Kyle drank some of the tea. It tasted like peppermint, but at a perfect level of sugar. 

" Wow, it tastes really good." Kyle drank the rest of the tea quickly. 

" So.... what do we do now?"

"I guess I can make breakfast. You can just relax downstairs."  

" Ok."

 August went downstairs and sat down on the couch. He could hear sizzling as he waited. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted into the room. Kyle placed the plates on the small table. 

 " Here you go." Kyle said. 

" Wait, is this turkey bacon, or normal bacon?" 

" Turkey, why?" Kyle asked

" Because I'm a Christian. I don't eat unclean things." He said. 

" Oh yeah, I forgot most of our family are Christians." Kyle then started to eat his breakfast.

August ate it quickly, because the ramen from yesterday wasn't much, even thought it was good. 

" I work at a cafe sometimes, but not today. I have to work at home today." Kyle was almost done with his food. " That's good though. You don't have to stay at home alone."  

" What do you do for work?" August asked as he got up. 

" I work as animator. It's when you put many drawings together and it creates a animation." Kyle told him as August washed his plate. August finished washing his dish and sat down. 

" So how do you do it? I mean animate." August sat down and placed his elbows on the table. 

" Let me show you how I do it." 

Kyle went upstairs and brought a drawing tablet. He took a computer from under the table and placed it on the table. Then, he grabbed the cord and plugged in the drawing tablet. Kyle opened his drawing app. It loaded onto the menu screen. Kyle grabbed a small pen on the side of the tablet. He pressed "Old Drawings". 

" Ok, so what I do is I draw something, like this." He showed him a draw of a "Anime" character that was called Wolf. They looked strong, their eyes a brown color and their hair a black-brown. " Then, I draw it but a tiny bit different. I repeat this until I finished , for example, a jumping animation. Then I add then together and it creates that." He showed him the finished animation. It was smooth like it was real.  

" Wow, that's cool!" August was amazed. He's never seen anything like it. And Kyle does it well. 

" I know, right? Well, I need to work. You can watch, or use my tablet. Whatever you want." Kyle started to work, so August took his tablet and played with it. He pressed " Youtube" and saw many videos. He searched " Steampunk" and found lots of videos. Kyle eventually was done, so he went to the living room. 

"What are you doing?" Kyle asked as he entered the room. August was watching a video about how to make a steampunk outfit. 

" Watching steampunk. Why?"

" Hey, you really never answered the question I asked yesterday. What's Steampunk?" 

" Well, it something a person named K.W Jester made. It's anything that's steam-powered and most outfits have gears and other stuff. I am very into what he created and when I was little, I read a lot of steampunk. Hey, I have a question. What was your childhood like?"

" Well, um, a lot happened in my life. I guess I'll tell you then."

August, a swordsmith from 1861, gets transported to 2034 and meets his 5x great-grandson, Kyle. But strange things start to happen around him and to him. Will they ever find out what's happening?

*showing Jason riding his steampunk car flying while Cobedra is after him while on top of a car.*

Cobedra
*Then jumps and hangs onto the handle on the steampunk vehicle
Andy on Cobedra hanging on*

Cobedra
Don't worry we can hang on much longer. *almost gave his position away as the tour car threw something at Jason*

Jason
*looks under and sees Cobedra and Andy* What the?! Get out of my Bicycle!!! *moves the vehicle around but Cobedra just keeps hanging on* Wow, how is this big worm hanging on my Car? I gotta lose these stuoud people! *Jason flies away so that the car no longer chases him* 


Cobedra
I'm a Cobra, Not a worm!!!

Andy
I don't think he can understand you, Cobedra.

Cobedra
Thanks Captain Obvious.

*The Steampunk car keeps flying*

Cobedra
Just don't look down!

Andy
Got it. *looks down a little and sees they're far up from the surface* Whoa, ok I think I'll just not see that again. I think I'm gonna be sick.

Jason
So it's gonna be like that huh. *sees a big rocky tower he's heading for* Uh oh! *almost crashes but ducks* Whoa!!!

Cobedra
Whoa!!!

Eva
*scoff* Humans, Typical.

Jason
Oh no, This is not good!
*Jason sees a plane fly next to him
runs into rock towers and dodges*

Pilot
*Driving the Plane and sees Jason in his steampunk vehicle* What the? Hey Kid What's that
thing You're Driving?

Jason
Who cares!

Cobedra
LET HER GO! *bites him a bit and the Vehicle drops to the ground*

Cobedra
Ow, well that was such a bad idea. *shakes his head* Oh my head *touches forehead and his hat went missing* My Hat!
Desert Critter grabbed it for him and called for him
Cobedra then put on his hat and looks at the critter and smiles
Cobedra: Thank you. *looks around looking for Andy* Andy? Where are you?


Andy
Yeah? *up on top of a short ravine*

Cobedra
Don't worry I'll get up there *tries to climb up but falls down* 
Ow! *breathing* Don't Worry, I'll be alright, Hold on.
*Cobedra climbs up and out of the Ravine very carefully*

Cobedra
Yes, I made it! Finally! breathing Where's the Kid?
*Eva runs to Cobedra*

Eva
Cobedra! *Slithers to Cobedra*

Cobedra
Eva, I'm glad you're ok.

Eva
I gotta say though, that kid must be the worst catcher I've ever seen.

*Cobedra and Eva hugs each other
Eva then realizes what's going on.*

Eva
Wait, I have a few questions. Why the heck does he want a snake like me for,and what is he riding?

Cobedra
uh, Yeah good questions.

Jason
Wait, Where's my Snake? She should've been in my cage, could she?

*Cobedra and Eva then started hiding*
Jason gets angry and starts kicking sand
A family watches Jason kicking sand
Jason then looks at the family and stops for a second

The family stares at Jason



Jason
Uh oh, sorry about this I gotta go. *gets in his steampunk machine and flies away* I'm
gonna find that nerdy cobra and I'm gonna kill him!
The family started looking at each other in confusion

Cobedra
Ok... Weird.

Eva
So what now?

Andy
Yeah, Smarty tail.

Cobedra
well we just gotta get out of here and hope this didn't happen.

*Cobedra and Eva then slither away and andy follows*

Jason
*sees Cobedra and Eva* There you are! *flies over to them*

*Cobedra and Eva see him flying towards them but Cobedra and Eva duck*

*Jason missed*

Cobedra
Hey watch where you're going!

Jason
Grrrrr!!! *flies over to them and goes straight for Cobedra and Eva* Boys!!!

*Falcons come out and go straight for Cobedra and Eva
Cobedra and Eva then Slither to another river*

Falcon
Which snake are you going for?

Falcon 2
I'm going for the girl. *flies to her*
*Eva gets a huge stick and hits the falcon with the stick*
*Falcon 2 goes flying and falls to the ground*

Falcon
Dang it, Jerry! *flies towards them*

Cobedra
Uh oh! Eva, Can I get the stick?

Eva
Sure.

Cobedra
*hits the falcon with the stick* Gotcha!

Falcon
*goes flying* Ahhhh! I'm gonna regret this!

Jason
I shouldn't have had those Falcons. DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF?!! *gets
furious and flies to Cobedra and Eva*

Cobedra
JUMP! Cobedra and Eva Jumped off the stick and landed perfectly on the ground

Jason
What the?! NO, this can't be happening!!!!

Cobedra
Oh no, it's some Mr. Dumbguy wearing a top hat driving a dumb vehicle. You're in the wrong movie, back out and we won't harm you.

Eva
Cobedra, he doesn't understands us.

Jason
This is beyond you, Cobra with his hat on. You think you're so special? I don't think so. 

Cobedra
*points at a direction* What's that?!
Jason looks at the direction Cobedra is pointing at
Cobedra, Eva, and Andy start slithering away

Eva
Cobedra, What do we do?

Cobedra
Let's get out of here, fast!

Andy
Stupid kid in a weird vehicle at 12 'o' clock!!!

Jason
*goes in high speed and grabs the snakes and flies* Now I've got you!!!
*Cobedra bites his hand again*

Jason
OW!!! WHY YOU LITTLE MUTANT WORM!!! *hits cobedra and throws him off
the vehicle*

*Cobedra fell out of the vehicle and lands on the sand and feels hurt
Jason grins and laughs as he flies over the mountains and sandy dunes and beyond*

Cobedra
*gets up* We have to stop him, We've gotta save Eva!
Andy: Quick Question. Why does he want Eva?

Cobedra
Uh, yeah good question. But we've got to stop him!

Andy
But how?

*Jason flies weird as he flew over a huge rock canyon that leads to the other side of the desert*

Cobedra
I guess, we'll have to get through these rocky ways.

Andy
uh no, too dangerous, especially for an ant like me.

Cobedra
*sigh* C'mon Andy, I've got a girl to save. OK, I admit it, I love her, and I just want to do something for the Gosh sakes. I have to save her.

Andy
Alright, I believe you, I knew you loved her.

Cobedra
Then why didn't you say something before?

Andy
I didn't wanna spoil it. Even if I did…


The story of a young snake and his ant friend have to save a female snake from an evil and spoiled kid in order to show he’s a hero who fears no one and should have love

And the carnival almost at the end for The Circus team. Brooms are flying. The dwells hat much more The Crock a professional organizer on The Circus. The Crock vibe the internal spirit such Joust doesn't want to do training The Crock will advice the people before them. The Crock main agenda in providing a vast of Chimenk Concept for those in searching entertainment of spirit. Stiberg's Law is an anecdote between followers, viewers and spectators. Few mistakes to build the castle so rainbow uprising before rains, metaphor. Fencers from novice, interested expert and specialist started packing their stuff and belongings day before. The main entrance is still full of steampunk automobile to pick to next station. Fencing stuffs are being put in a bag and The Official could allocate their beta method on next killer. The Official having the worst instincts. They wore less cloth and not showing at midnight Knight of Official. Bag and bag bring stuff in to the steampunk automobile. Few fencers having a kiss from spectators before leaving the castle. The Mechanic almost want to join there fencers. The Mechanic need to have a proper paper work to be near on the players. This paper-work quite important enclose the personal information and vows to their wife. Humiliates. The Admiral hadn't feed himself overnight due to the raw material and stocks being put at the castle chamber. Their routines makes The Architect need to adjust pawn workers schedule so it will probably unclash towards raw material intake. Divers are building the phylons."Safe cabin is the target." Two massive provider to the castle sooner or later will crumble if the higher authorities not avaible. The Higher Authorities should bragging the famous Admiral Mike"Grud" Pentd. He have been changing docks entire life tireless.

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A large hovering steampunk car glides across a black desolate desert at blurring speeds during a bright sunny day. White steam constantly spews from underneath the roofless car. Sitting relaxed and perfectly poised on the passenger's side is Loc, a young tall suave looking man of African-American ethnicity with black eyes and hair. He's wearing a blend of 1800s attire and ancient looking clothing, gold mechanical goggles, and a long braided ponytail protruding from the back of a neat flattop haircut. Driving is Aldrog, a massive nine foot tall individual who's body is completely hidden under knightly gold steampunk armor. On Aldrog's back is a giant meagerly stitched together leather backpack. An opened dusty old red book materializes onto Loc's hands. It displays a rough, hardly readable, map.
Loc: We're nearing it Aldrog, slow down.
Aldrog: Yes sire.
Loc sighs as Aldrog pulls a lever, resulting in the vehicle slowing down.
Loc: Formalities Aldrog, formalities.
Aldrog: Oh! Yes of course sire— I mean Loc. Please forgive me.
Gidget, a short three foot tall individual wearing overalls but who's body is completely covered from view by clothing, springs out from a wooden box on the back of the car. Gidget is constantly seen with goggles covering his eyes and a gold monkey wrench in hand. He's quite lively and animated compared to the more slow and lumbering Aldrog, but he has a rather deep voice compared to Aldrog's high pitched one.
Gidget: Did you say we're nearing it again Loc?!
Loc: Stop the rail car!
The car comes to a screeching halt as steam briefly hides it from view. Loc stares at the entrance to a ruined temple that's blocked by giant rubble.
Loc: This is it.
The others sound surprised.
Aldrog: Is that so Loc?
Gidget: Now are you really really sure this time Loc? I mean we are after the unfindable and we've been out here for days.
Loc: We've found it. This time I'm sure of it.
Aldrog: The queen grows restless when you're away from the city for this long you know.
Loc materializes mechanical golden gloves and fits them over his hands.
Loc: With any luck she'll worry herself to an early grave.
Gidget: Bold words from a soon to be dead man.
Loc: The only strumpet I'm weary of is the Queen of Queens. And once we acquire this heirloom the balance of power will be restored.
Gidget: If. You mean if we acquire this so called mythical heirloom of yours. And if the Queen of Queens finds out you've been playing around in the Forbidden Wastes she'll hold the whole kingdom hostage again.
Loc gets out of the vehicle and so does Aldrog.
Loc: And do you know why Gidget? Because she knows as well as I do that the key to ending her thousand year long regime of terror dwells within this vacant land.
Loc slides his goggles over his eyes and raises his arm to Gidget.
Loc: Are you done with my spear?
Aldrog: Why don't you let me take care of that rubble Loc? You've already used up most of your steam.
Gidget passes Loc a beautiful golden steampunk looking spear. Its design is both regal and mechanical with a small engine housing vents at the base of the blade. 
Loc: No, that's quite alright Aldrog. I like to take every opportunity I can at practice.
Gidget: It's really difficult to believe we can find the power to match a queen's in this great big pile of nothing.
Loc smirks as the engine on the spear activates, sounding a beautiful and lovely mechanical hum while spewing white steam. He chucks the spear into the pile of rubble, lodging it in place. Loc's eyes briefly flash bright black through his goggles and an explosion occurs from the spewed steam. The glove on Loc's right hand spews a small amount of steam and the mechanical spear flies out from the smoke of the explosion back to Loc's hand. 
The smoke clears and the way to the temple's interior is clear. Gidget whistles in awe. Just for a brief moment Loc looks proud of his handy work as he lifts up his goggles.
Gidget: Not bad Loc.
Aldrog: You're getting better by the day sire— I mean Loc.
A loud ominous hum echoes as cold blue mist escapes the cave. Aldrog and Gidget step back terrified. Loc keeps his composure.
Gidget: Did you feel that? 
Aldrog: I believe we should turn back Loc. This doesn't feel right.
Gidget: You said it Aldrog. I feel like stepping one foot in there would result in our deaths.
Aldrog: Something cursed is dwelling deep within. My scales can feel it.
Loc studies the entrance with an almost trance-like gaze. His eyes glow as he slowly approaches it.
Loc: Strange. I feel a warm presence tugging at me to enter. 
Gidget: Wait Loc!
Loc: You two stay here. I'll be right back.
Aldrog: What? But sire—
Loc: That's an order.
Loc enters the cave. Aldrog and Gidget look panicked.
Aldrog: So we are going to go after him, right?
Gidget: Something tells me doing so would be fruitless. I hate to leave him by his lonesome but we don't have a choice this time.
There is a pause as more blue mist howls from the cave.
Aldrog: You know what Gidget? I think he's going to find it this time.
Gidget: Find what? The fabled Witch Tier? Bah! The whole world and even the Queen of Queen's herself have been searching for it for nearly a thousands years. Hell if he just found something we could sell for a decent price I'd be happy.

Loc traverses the interior of the ice temple. It looks just as pristine as it did when its last visitors walked through. He marvel's at the architecture as he slowly passes through the beautiful hallway. 
Loc enters a great room at the end of the temple where its walls are made up of waterfalls. He notices a small floating diamond-shaped mechanical device floating above an altar at the end of the room. The winds pick up and he halts upon hearing a deep masculine voice.
Masculine Voice: Loc Hezekiah Ben Massadah! I have watched as your kingdom continues to be defiled by that deplorable queen, and I have heard their cries for justice. Take in my spirit, take up my sword, and reestablish the kingdom of your forefathers, my son.

Loc drops to his knees in reverence. 
Loc: But how can I challenge the power of a queen Great Spirit? 
The floating device hovers to Loc's hands.
Masculine Voice: Take thy sword and treat her well. For it shall grant thy nation the power to sever the head of the Queen of Queens, the mother of witches and harlots.
Loc looks at the device in fascination.
Loc: Even the Queen of Queens?
Masculine Voice: Never forget the teachings of your forefathers, my son.
The light from the device recedes and the winds disappear. Loc stretches out his hand.
Loc: Wait!
The device spreads apart and Rivna's crystal body appears in Loc's arms. He looks completely awed as her unclothed body slowly turns back to flesh. She's unconscious and a flat diamond shaped crystal is embedded into the base of her neck. Loc materializes a green blanket over her and picks her up.
Loc carries Rivna to the entrance of the temple. Upon stepping out he looks horrified to see Gidget and Aldrog in iron chains. Five soldiers clad in heavy knightly red steampunk armor are holding their chains. Commanding them is Heldine, a pretty and pale regal looking young woman with red eyes and hair. She gives Loc a sinister lustful smile.
Heldine: Hello darling.
Chapter End

A crew of steampunk bounty hunters decide to make the immortal and tyrannical Queen of Queens their next mark after discovering the sacred power of the Witch Tier.

This is a shounen style story written by a screenwriter. It's inspired by a lot of anime such as Cowboy Bebop, Trigun, DBZ, and many others.

"Don't make a move!" Gold shouted at Flame Ripper and Sebastia through the System Channel, making them to stop at their tracks. "Meomi had decided to do this without your co-operation, and you should respect her for that."
 
"But isn't she?!" Flame Ripper controlled his anger and frustration for a while, and later silence ensued. He knew from the random arena instance fights that Meomi had been trying hard by herself, struggling with various cultivators and sometimes against two cultivators herself.
 
In a one to one fight against the Demon Rats, she would completely annihilate them, but this is not even a group but a horde of them! Not to mention, all of the rats were carrying steampunk enhancements on themselves. Also, the rank and file were equipped with basic weapon and armour equipment enhancement that would boost their strength.
 
Gold also said that these Demon Rats were born from crops ranging from food to even weapons. How could Meomi possibly fight against all of them without their help? Was Gold really going to call forth Keyrin to finish the entire two battalions of Demon Rats rushing against her? There was also the issue of the forest where she shot her Sniper Whip Rifle from.
 
Keyrin, the Thunder Ram Demon could not possibly summon a thunderstorm that pierces the lush forest's emergent layer of the canopy to fight and support her. No matter the combination, Flame Ripper could not think of any way that Meomi could emerge this from all this.
 
"Our Lady fired the first shot!! Attack now!!" A sudden high pitch squealing was heard the top of the forest and suddenly multiple, if not dozens or maybe up to a hundred pairs of eyes shone through the blackness of the woods. All of them were gazing fiercely against the horde of Demon Rats and tens of arrow shots flew abruptly across the forest.
 
The surprise attack caused the demon rats to halt their advance for a while and Meomi took that as an advantage to attack the first few of the Demon rats. With just one swipe, the rats in front of her turned into mince rat meat. The rain of arrows did not cease, though none of it hindered Meomi's furious charge of attacking the Demon Rats.
 
Some of the Farm Rats immediately went into formation and brought their guns out to shoot where the arrows were coming from, but they felt like they were shooting at some shadow of the forest. "Hahaha, they think those metal projectiles of theirs could hit us." A tiny low pitch voice cheerfully said as the rain of arrows came from another direction which the Demon Rats did not expect.
 
As the rats were frantically shooting and shouting into emptiness, Meomi continued her onslaught systematically. With each kill she performed, the rats felt that she was more confident in her attacks as well as stronger and faster.  
 
They were not wrong.
 
Because of her efforts and constant pestering, Jin had decided to give her a few extra upgrade cards when he turned Grade 8. One of which was called Catzerker Fury. Each time she killed an opponent, she would have a slight boost in stats momentarily. The boost was an addictive effect and it continued to add up until a maximum stack of 20. 
 
Unless the System was seeing things, it observed that Meomi had long exceeded the 20 stacks of Catzerker Fury, hitting almost 40 stacks and counting with each additional rat she kills. It was a unique phenomenon that the System could only believe that the werecat was pushing the limits of the upgrade card herself. The drive to decimate the Demon Rat race was driving her more than expected.

"System will not be surprised if werecat Meomi voluntarily evolved without any trigger." The System reanalysed Meomi growth as it continued to observe her reckless fighting.  

With her increased stats from Catzerker Fury, her regeneration rate increased too. However, she still had to endure the constant pain inflicted from the Demon Rat's stabbing, shots and slashes that she received from all sides of her body. As long as it was not a vital wound, she continued to fight with heightened ferocity. That was why she was thankful that her increased regeneration abilities of the werecat were able to keep up with her battle tempo. 
 
Seeing how the Demon Rats fell quickly from the attacks of the merciless werecat, they decided to bring the big guns out. (The ones that did not require much time to activate.)  A mobile steampunk tank like cannon mounted on a modified Demon Rat who was two times taller than Meomi. 

Like all of the steampunk enhancements, this mounted tank cannon was heavily reliant on Litorde ore as its ammo.  The bullet was charged with Litoride, and the explosion radius was at least ten metres according to Flame Ripper's observation and calculation.
 
If she was the only visible target, take her out first. It did not matter to the rats if there were some friendly fire. To them, more can be created with mere crops by their saviours, the Scholars of the North and South, so that was not an issue. After which, they could proceed to remove the hindrances in the forest and burn the entire forest if required.
 
A Demon Rat loaded the bullet into the mounted cannon and tapped on the Ogre sized Demon Rat to fire. However, instead of shooting to the intended target, the shell exploded right in its face, causing the demon rat on its shoulder to suffer the backfire, eventually dying from it.
 
Meomi knew it was aiming at her , so she already had thrown her Sniper Whip forth, causing it to wrap around the cannon and crushing the barrel. Therefore it was unable to fire as intended when the Ogre Demon Rat pulled the trigger.
 
However, the backfired explosion was not enough to kill it, merely allowing it to suffer third degree burns throughout its body. Even the arrows seemed like they were just poking him. Meomi, who was busy fending off a continuous attack against the Demon Rats, knew that she was obliged to take that Ogre Rat down as soon as possible so she can take a proper breather.

Thus, she summoned out her Gun knuckle and equipped it on her left hand. The modified gun knuckle wrapped around her hand similar to a power gauntlet, comparable to what Xue Ping, the Prancing Puma cultivator had used.
 
Using a storage inscription charm, Meomi summoned an attachment for her gun knuckle, and a rocket booster attachment appeared on it. Doing what a rocket booster should do, the gun knuckle roared extremely loudly, violently pulling Meomi along with it towards the Ogre Demon Rat.
 
The Ogre Demon Rat was not stupid enough to let it get punched by Meomi, so it raised its arms out like an 'X' cross to block the attack. However, Meomi smirked at such foolishness. With a pulse of slight magic coursing through her veins and into the storage inscription charm of the gun knuckle, the rocket booster disappeared, and now a spinning drill attachment was on the gun knuckle.
 
Meomi pressed on the knuckle's trigger, causing the drill to spin with high power while she delivered a barrage of bullets at the Ogre Demon Rat. The drill contacted with the burnt arms of the Demon Rat and it pierced through it effortlessly. Meomi thought it would be an easy kill…until she noticed it slightly late.
 
The Ogre Demon Rat originated or…mutated from a Venus Flytrap crop plant. Therefore, its mouth grew larger in size, waiting to snap at the delicious incoming werecat. "Heh, I am a werecat remember? My senses already told me you had something up your sleeves." Meomi made an excuse as her tail ring glowed and suddenly she was able to evade in midair, avoiding the snap of the Flytrap mouth of that demon rat.
 
After which, Meomi readjusted her sniper whip as well as changing the mode of the rifle into one of the modifications her dear fellow werecat had installed previously.
 
A flamethrower.
 
Not just any ordinary flamethrower but a flame breathing device capable of the savagery equivalent to Mr Hot's wyrm flames and its sheer volume which it spits the fire was nearly the same as two breaths of Wyrm Ant Father Hot.  After Meomi evaded above the mutated Venus Flytrap mouth, a click from the rifle produced the flames of destruction to flush the life out of the Ogre Demon Rat as well as the surrounding rats.
 
"Woah! Lady Meomi had such an interesting device!" Another cheerful squeak was heard from the above the trees as if they was being encouraged by Meomi's actions to press on harder. True enough, the arrow shower did not stop and was even more accurate.
 
At this time, some of the Demon Rats were scuffling back to base, hoping to sortie in their different steampunk machinery so they could take on the ambush they encountered in the forest. But someone was not giving them any chance while Meomi fought at the frontlines.
 
"Do not think you can escape alive from desecrating my home with your filthy presence." Keyrin stood majestically at the top of the cliff with storms brewing above him, and coincidentally he appeared just a few metres away from Flame Ripper.  In his fury, multiple blue orbs swiftly appeared in front of the Demon Rats and their pieces of machinery. As they were entranced by blue orbs, several bursts of lightning struck their camp base, damaging the steampunk machines in one go.
 
It caused the Litoride in those steampunk machines, those tanks and helicopters to explode, causing multiple fires to spread throughout the camp base. Being an Avatar of Fire, Flame Ripper could not standby idly when he saw that he was able to help out without making too much of a presence.
 
He whispered a minor enchantment which caused the flames to be under his control temporarily and moved them at will, burning anything flammable. Thus, allowing the fire to grow stronger as well as ensuring that the rats die within the flames and smoke too.
 
But Flame Ripper had another objective. He made sure the flames did not burn the commander tent down, and that was when Sebastia made her move. She knew that there would be vital information and went ahead to see if there was anything worthy to retrieve.
 
In the heat of the moment, the Demon Rats did not notice the quiet female minotaur maid passing through all of them while gathering any possible critical information. Of course, there were occasional Demon Rats that seemed to enter into the tent for safety, but they were killed immediately by her unusual technique of coin tossing. (Seems like Moloch was not the only one who was good with 'magic' tricks.)
 
"I threw all the documents I can find in the storage ring," Sebastia said as she made her way out of the tent and fled into the darkness of the cliffs, allowing Keyrin to unleash his rage full force at the base camp for defiling his home territory.
 
The Farm Rats realising that this was a coordinated attack of some sort had decided to retreat tactically to inform of such powerful rebels existing to other battalions. Else, at least report that Keyrin was not dead at all. With the numbers, some had decided to split the angry rat mob fighting against Meomi into several groups to increase the chance of survival.
 
However, Meomi did not let them off…or to be more specific, her lackeys. While those Demon Rats were attempting to escape, several figures jumped off the forest canopy and hunted the retreating Farm Rats. Flame Ripper took a closer look at them with his binoculars and realised that…they have a rather small build. 

Despite those small builds, the figures aimed precisely at the Demon Rat's vital points, killing them mostly with just one blow.
 
"Mousefolk or weremouse. They preferred the former as it sounded less stupid." Gold said as he appeared right beside Flame Ripper. Not just him but the entire group of Werejackals appeared via the portals. 

"Hmmm let's just say they are the subjects of Lord of Ording Town which my dear departed friend had once saved. If I say that Meomi was the daughter of the dead Lord, things should make more sense to you."  Gold nodded his head lightly, and the werejackals behind him jumped into action, including Nyanmi.
 
"Since they have no magic, we better make sure all of them die so that they cannot report anything out there. I am counting on you, Demonic Sage Queen, Peppers." Gold said as he jumped down, transforming into his werejackal form midway to fight against the Demon Rats.
 
"I am surprised you accept to help us." Flame Ripper knew how superior the Bellators were and they were in no way answerable to the monsters that Jin had captured. "…unless Master Jin sent you here to aid us."
 
"Nah, I owe this little scholar a small favour for something he did for me. That's all." Peppers said as she plunged her staff onto the top of the cliff and initialised her area wide search magic. 

"No rat will run from my prying eyes of magic, be it under or above ground." Peppers said as she smirked wildly.

In a modern world where cultivators need a place to cultivate or vent their boredom, there are private businesses that set up instance dungeons with the aid of technology and cultivation magic to enable cultivators to train and commoners to experience the life of cultivation. They are called dungeon suppliers.

Xie Jin's one and only dream was to be a dungeon supplier and when his only relative passed away, the relative's inheritance gave him a plot of land and surprisingly, a 'System' Module which the relative had previously used. 

With the help of the system, Xie Jin decided to pursue his dream of becoming the number one dungeon supplier.

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(13/8/2020) Author's opinion: At this point, this book had hundreds of chapters worth of content which I had planned for a long time. If you wish to undertake the book and appreciate the story, please read it up till chapter 300s to understand the sudden twist in chapter 100s.

i will admit that during that time, I am still a young budding author and could have expressed the story better in the early hundred chapters. But I assure you the story development is worth it. 




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