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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

Departue

Xasha announced he would leave Estia for a few weeks, and everyone lost their minds. Everyone who had the desire to leave Estia and go see the continent for a bit took this as an opportunity to come forward. Naturally, they were all disappointed, because leaving Estia wasn't an option for any of them. Estia, as they knew it, was only a few months old. Xasha leaving meant half their fighting force was away. Anyone else leaving would be irresponsible.

"Kid, would you deny me? Your own father this?" Saxon pleaded.

"What about me? I'm your great grand uncle! Ash, my boy, at least let us accompany you to Lumina. We will return on our own," Fitzroy pleaded from the side.

"You both know that's bullshit. What will you two be doing in Lumina? Can you make towers or mine crystals?" Xasha dismissed them both.

"We can act as guardians," Saxon boasted.

"Exactly." Fitzroy nodded.