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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.

QingDomCom · 奇幻
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353 Chs

Astral Flame

Xasha sat across from James with a tightened chest. He had just spent the last four hours in the medical bay, having his eyes healed by Megan and Porshe. When Xasha looked into James's eyes, it was like when he touched the tree. But he didn't touch anyone and still got severe burns.

He had fear in his heart, refusing to look directly into James's eyes. Saxon had no such concern as he stared right into them with interest. James's eye color had changed from bright red to dark red, and if one looked closely, one might see the vague silhouette of a flame in his iris.

"So, enough with the suspense, boy. How is it?" Saxon seemed he would jump over the couch and beat the information out of James if he made him wait any longer.