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In the slums beneath Veston, Kael fled before his mother's body grew cold. No sun. No flowers. No hope. No dreams. Winter and gang lords buried them all. "Pray to the gods and endure for a better tomorrow," his mom said. Why would he pray to the same gods who denied him peace? Who thrust him into this nightmare? No, he'd carve a way to Veston with his own hands, and it started by breaking his promise to his mother for survival. But the job for gang lord Garrick Vane went wrong. He was left for dead with nothing but a ledger salvaged from a submerged temple. But he refused death. "I persist." Two words that awakened a forbidden power, an unlicensed truth anchored to belief and paid for in the warmth of his most precious memories. Now a heretic hunted by priests who burn the unfaithful, Kael discovered the ledger tracked everything: his stress, his anchor, the price he had already paid. Every choice stresses his truth. And if his anchor breaks, he wouldn't just die: he'd become something worse. What to expect: - Analytical main character who thinks his way through problems. - A deep, original system to decipher along with Kael. - A lore-rich worldbuilding with its own religions and epochs to discover. - Truths that aren't free entries on a stat sheet. - No harem Length: 1,600 – 2,000 words per chapter. Schedule: 1 chapter daily.

In a world on the brink of destruction where myths and legends blur together, a prophecy remains the only perspective for the future. It foretells the ultimate struggle between good and evil—the destruction or the salvation of the world—born from the blade brandished by the Warrior of Ashes. However, for Thiongane soldiers like Pierre, this story is nothing more than a tale, a tall story. Amidst the constant horrors and the permanent anguish felt during every new battle against the Djinns for three centuries, they have never seen even a shadow of these Boechins and their radiant powers. And Pierre’s only experience with the gods had long since convinced him that they should expect no favorable divine intervention. But whether one believes it or not changes nothing. Despite himself, Pierre finds himself in the heart of the most tragic and ferocious battle he has ever known, unaware that it is the fruit of manipulations by entities beyond all human conception. And in the ashes of this tragedy, the story of a boy was meant to begin. The first cog in a cruel destiny whose mechanism seems unstoppable. The first prisoner of a web already woven. Georges Badji.

Love is not illegal in this universe. It is simply not allowed to exist. When an Overseer of Reality falls in love with a girl meant to die, causality begins to fracture—and the universe starts preparing to erase them both. *** In a universe governed by function, efficiency, and cosmic law, love is an anomaly no system can quantify. Fitran is an Overseer of Reality—an executor of balance tasked with maintaining causality across worlds. He was never meant to choose, hesitate, or care. Rinoa is a fractured soul, rewritten across eras and timelines, engineered to become a necessary martyr—a sacrifice required to keep reality stable. Together, they are a contradiction. Every time they hold hands, probability falters. Every time they separate, the universe stabilizes. As ancient machine gods awaken, angels descend to enforce order, and the Void turns its attention toward Earth, one truth becomes unavoidable: The universe does not fear war. It does not fear extinction. It fears a love that breaks meaning itself. This is not a story about saving the world. It is a story about choosing love in a reality that would rather collapse than allow it.

For thousands of years, the government lied, kept us hostage, and sold us unknowingly. Little did we know that these times would be the best for us all. The High-Bloods came through the firmament that veiled us in snow, and conquered everything. They shattered our false freedom, burned flesh from our bones, and feasted on us for sport. They enslaved us to be chained beyond Earth's soil—Hemorion, they call it their home. Now, we are forced into a society ruled by blood, where Kingdoms, slaves, and the deaths of beloved are as common as the light from Helios, one of their deities. Yet, whenever my eyelids close, I still see red—the light of us all stolen ... my brother’s and my own dying. But as my blood is red, my hope burns forever. I will kill them all. Note: this is a rewritten version of my already published first Volume, "Red Eclipse," of "Origins of Blood," and thus will be a revised edition with changes throughout the entire story, including prose, characters, worldbuilding, powersystem, and other elements.