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Falling Stardust

To protect my family, I became a Devil. To protect my people, I became a God. In Semeria, the war for cultivation resources is as old as time and as constant as the rising and of the sun. Even in the Abandoned Region, where the energy was so poor and polluted that one wouldn’t send their worst enemy there, had endless conflicts for resources. Humans had been living in this nightmare made a reality, fighting over what anyone else on the continent would consider crumbs for millions of years. Enter Xasha, husband, father, patriarch, Genius, artificer, creationist, and leader of the Falling Stardust Trading Company, who learns the truth of the world from three remnant souls he met on a journey. Having learned they had been living like frogs in a well. Humanity reluctantly united under Xasha’s rule and sets off. Determined to rise from their standing and one day ruling the entire continent. Xasha soon realizes their strength, even combined, was the weakest on the continent. To become stronger, they needed better resources. But all the lands had landlords and all the resources had owners. He could not turn back, they could not give up. He had a person to elevate, a family to care for, and a daughter who had a powerful and mysterious entity eyeing her from afar, to protect. In order to achieve any of his goals, any of humanity's goals. Those landlords had to die, their people had to be pillaged, and their lands had to be plundered. He inadvertently fell into the cycle. According to the Laws of cultivation. Law of Cultivation: To cultivate: acquire and retain resources. To acquire resources: plunder and pillage. To retain resources: Leave none Alive.

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Blossom looked up at Xasha with bright, unblinking eyes filled with determination and nodded.

Xasha smiled confidently after seeing her expression, then asked, "Blossom Avril Nunes. Why have you chosen the spend the rest of your days with this man and no other?" 

Blossom didn't answer right away. She glanced at Xasha, back at the expectant crowd. Finally, her eyes rested on her nervously smiling bridegroom. "From that day eight years, nine months, seventeen days, ten hours and fifty-seven minutes ago." She paused. "I remember everything about that day. It was sunny. I was wearing red training gear my mother had gifted me that very morning for my first day at the academy."