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Interstellars permanent F-Class BigShot

[General audiences adult +18 and older please advise] A ZepeNet holo-scanner hovered over her, humming faintly. Blue glyphs scanned her nervous system, her spine, her brain, her fingertips. "You may proceed forward into the test room" it's mechanical voice echoed. Her heart pounded. She braced herself. Jang Iseul entered the room, took off her shoes. The scanner blinked. Beeped. Now, she stood barefoot at the scanning area in Dominion Academy test room. The overhead lights pulsed in quiet rhythm, each cycle echoing a countdown she wasn't sure she could beat. The dom­i­na­tion protocol was merciless. Gift identification had to be public. Every blink, every scan, every register to the ZepeNet Core Archive—all recorded, all locked. The hall smelled of cold tiles and recycled air. No pods. No luxury. Just a half-lit device with blinking sensors and a mandatory softnet readout. The scanner intoned: "Please remain still. Initiating full‑spectrum Gift Resonance Scan." Lines of energy crept up her spine. Symbols flickered across her vision like ghost data. The machine made a quiet chirping sound and locked her ZepeNet profile. She was ranked now. The world would see it. Her friends would see it. Universities would ignore it. She stared at the results. Red text streaked across the display: SCANNER SYNC COMPLETE Gift Class: Star‑Class Potential Rank: (F‑Rank) Designation: Mutated Illusion creator Origin Code: Strange, Unknown Energy Bond: Red Locked ZepeNet Status: Manual Review Required Red‑Locked meant more than just blocked advancement—it meant social death. She stared at the result, not very shocked. A technician leaned forward and raised a brow. "Star‑Class? But still F‑Rank?! How rare! But you're permanent Red‑Locked?! Sorry, bad luck, kid," he was flabbergasted as he looked at her sympathetically. She already knew. The system refused to understand her Gift. It didn't just misclassify her—it locked her out. Because it had never seen any gift quite like her. Jang Iseul nodded without looking at him. He tried to sound kind and find the right words. "Well… better late than never. Happens sometimes. You might qualify for logistics or harvest support." She stood silently. Not because she was powerless, but because she knew what to do next. She walked out of the testing room and didn't look back. She didn't know what she had expected— She left the scanner room in silence. Other students whispered as she walked past: "She is still red?" "Forever F‑Rank much, huh? Wow. Even at eighteen." "She's done. No squads'll take her seriously now." She didn't respond. Didn't look back. Didn't try to explain. Because she'd seen what she could do in dreams. And she knew she was close. So damn close. She passed two seniors leaning against a vending drone. One of them, a girl with synthetic nails and neon hair, sneered without making eye contact. "Hey, Jang Iseul. Who are you pretending to be now, queen of the losers F‑Ranks?" Iseul didn't slow down. She didn't even turn her head. But the girl moved aside anyway. There was only one test left before she'd be defined—or discarded.

MarsBars_World · Fantasy
52 Chs

Crossfire Ascension

Hu Yumei had lived two lives before she died. The first, as a soldier. The second, as a veterinarian. She grew up in the military—an orphan raised by the state, sleeping in bunks, waking to gunfire, learning to follow orders like they were gospel. Discipline molded her. Combat carved her. By sixteen, she was on the front lines. By twenty, she'd survived two wars. She fought in deserts that baked her lungs dry, jungles that swallowed the sun, cities buried in dust and fire. She held dying friends in her arms and still whispered their names in her sleep. When she finally came home, there were no medals. Just silence. So she walked away from the warpath and started over. No more weapons. No more killing. She studied late, cleaned cages by day, and became a veterinarian. People didn't get it—but the ones who really knew her, did. She'd always been gentle with the wounded, whether they barked, meowed, or bled like her. Her new life was made of fur and feathers, rescue calls and shelter shifts. She swapped rifles for syringes and combat boots for rubber gloves. The world grew quiet around her, finally. Until everything fell apart. The job was supposed to be routine—rescue a snow panther from a remote island and relocate it to a sanctuary. Nothing dangerous. Nothing new. No one said anything about pirates. They came fast, loud, brutal. Explosions rocked the ship. Gunshots tore through the halls. Men with masks and rifles stormed the deck. She didn't panic. She never did. Even in her blood-smeared lab coat, she moved like a soldier. Protected the others. Got the young biologist to safety. Shielded the cook. Held the line. And then she was shot. She hit the water bleeding and gasping, clawing toward land like her body was made of lead. She didn't stop. Not until she collapsed under a tree on the shore, shaking, barely alive. Even then, she tried to help the others—pressing wounds, whispering instructions. Her own pain didn't matter. Her last thoughts weren't about herself. She thought of her six dogs. Her three cats. The five golden fish she fed every morning. Still waiting. Still alive. And Maximus—her golden eagle. Her heartbeat. Hatched from an egg in her palm. Who would feed him now? Her best friend was scared of butterflies. Her ex-husband didn't even like birds. "Oh dear," she murmured, breath fading. "Maximus…" ⸻ The first thing she noticed was the weight. Her limbs felt like stone. The air was heavy, muffled, too thick to breathe. She heard voices. People shouting. Afraid. She tried to move. Couldn't. Then—hands. Shaking her hard. "Wake up, little darling! We have to leave now!" She gasped, coughing. The air hit her lungs like cold water. Not her air. Not her body. She blinked into a tear-streaked face—strange, terrified. She didn't know this woman. Where…? Everything spun. This wasn't the jungle. This wasn't Earth. The air buzzed with something ancient and strange. She looked down. Her arms were tiny. Soft. Her chest—flat. Her voice—missing. A child's body. The woman clutched her close and grabbed a worn bag. They ran. As she was jostled on the woman's back, memories surged like a flood. Memories that didn't belong to her. A girl named Fan Yumei. Seven years old. Kind. Brave. Dead—just last night—from a fever after a night venture for treasure to awaken her core. In this world, there's 5 Culitvation paths and both humans and beasts had ranks. Star-levels from one to seven. Classes from F to SS. Everyone fought to rise higher. Fan Yumei had gone searching—alone—for a miracle. Inspired by a classmate whose brother found rare 3-star core plants near the Dew Springs Mountains, she thought maybe she could find something too. Something that would let her awaken with higher purity. Something that would change her fate. Her family was somewhat poor. Her parents weren't powerful. They only really had the money for tuition and traveling as she couldn't stay in dormitories unless she awakened.

MarsBars_World · Urban
110 Chs

Survival Game conquers: I became a ruler of a small water planet!

Ming Sūlín was set up for success. She closed in, breathing slow, calm… poised to strike.   But she paused.   The adolescent sardine twitched—then turned sharply, its fins angling back toward her hidden position.   Her hand hovered, ready to move.   When—   It swam right over her.   No warning. No reaction. Just gliding inches above, exposing its pale underbelly—soft, clear, perfect vitals lit by the soft blue shimmer of the coral glow.   Ming's eyes flicked up—   Then froze.   A massive shadow spread over the reef. Something big.   Even near the glowing coral, her visibility didn't drop.   But the sight?   It shocked her.   A much larger sardine had appeared above them both.   Silent panic slammed through her system.   Please don't tell me—   Ahhh holy shit, is that the mother?! she thought silently, the words echoing in her skull like alarm bells.   Her pupils dilated as she ducked further beneath the jagged reef shelf, tucking herself deeper into the shadows.   The mother was easily five times the size of the juvenile.   FIVE. TIMES.   No shot she was ready for that. Absolutely not.   "Yeahhh, nope," she thought again, backing away with slow, controlled movements, palms half-raised in retreat. "Not up for that task, Coach."   She angled her body to slink sideways through the reef tunnel, slow and steady.   Let's take our winnings… and sneak away before the effects of her gear wear off.   As she moved through the tunnel, she tried to sneak through the small back entrance.   She moved.   Quiet. Quick. Unseen.   Or at least, that's what she thought.   She felt the mother fish before she saw it—gaining speed behind her, charging straight at her body.   Her eyes widened.   She quickly turned around, kicking hard with her flipper shoes, forcing her legs to pump as fast as they could. Don't look back. Don't look back.   But of course—she looked back.   The mother sardine opened her jaws, and a massive suction force pulled her straight toward the waiting maw.   Fuck no. This is not about to happen!   She yanked out her harpoon spear and broken fishing pole, slid off the first and second pole-necks together, stuffed the harpoon tip into the third pole hole, spun mid-water, and swam toward the open mouth—aiming right for the top of its throat as she was swallowed.   Inside the mother sardine's mouth, Ming Sūlín hung—literally—dangling from the roof of its mouth, gripping the harpoon/fishing pole combo she'd improvised.   Damn, this thing was in there good.   She stood upside down, her feet braced against the throat, and yanked with all her strength. The weapon came loose, and she dropped down onto its tongue, where she started her onslaught, stabbing and impaling over and over again—digging her way out of the thing.   Until finally, a notification flashed across her module:   [Congratulations! You have killed x1 Level 2 Adult Sardine.] [You received: 95 EXP | 5 Kill Points | New Skill: Digging Harpole] [Loot: x10 Fish Skin, x40 Ironscales, a Swallowed Fertilized Living City Egg (Alive), x3 Communicator Snail, x1 Young Half-Merman Escaped Slave (Alive), x36 Wood, x32 Stones, x98 Silver and x345 Copper Coin] [All items have been placed in inventory.]   Whoa… this fish really ate everything.   Wait… is that really a fertilized Living City Egg? Which god is watching over me?!   Forget it. She'd look through everything when she got back.   When the fish disappeared the egg was sent into the inventory but the passed-out young merman appeared in front of her.   The mermaid was quite young, looking probably about 10 maybe younger, and had scars covering his arms, his neck and back, and his legs which looked like they had scales once—now clean red raw, leaking with faint blood floating out of it. She collected him into her arms gently, making sure not to hurt him.   And the mother fish also swallowed a young merman?! A slave?! Are there more of them?   #action #faceslapping #gameworld #RPG #strongfl #sliceoflife #urban

MarsBars_World · Fantasy
28 Chs