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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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Xasha!

It was such a smooth and well-thought-out operation. The southwest precincts, which were left relatively unscathed by the 100-year war, were suddenly in chaos. Chaos would be the wrong word. The cities were still orderly. Anyone looking in from the outside wouldn't know that an army had occupied and plundered it for all it was worth.

They were mainly interested in memory stones, scrolls, books, and artifacts. Crystals and the like were irrelevant, at least to these people. They had all the crystals they could ever need.

It was a tale as old as time for almost 100 precincts, large and small. A messenger tells the lord of the precinct to surrender or die. The lord arrogantly rejects the offer, and the messenger summons a Strike Team of elite cultivators to him wipe out. The palace is then ransacked, and every once of value is strategically removed.