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First Star: I Become God Emperor Of A Galactic Empire

The galaxy was not ruled by gods. Until the empire decided it needed one. Cornelius 'Orn' Reese, the youngest admiral in Aegean history, was never meant to live long. As the son of the Grand Imperator, his life was a political resource—spent the moment it became convenient. That moment came when he was married to the Grand Princess of the Aegean Empire, elder twin to the Emperor, a living oracle whose psionic Far Sight allows her to glimpse the patterns of the future. She is revered as a holy figure. She is rumored to be cursed. And she has outlived twenty-six husbands. Orn was meant to be the twenty-seventh. When assassination comes—and fails—the empire scrambles to contain the fallout. To preserve stability, the Grand Princess and the Empress Dowager rewrite the truth: Orn did not survive by chance. He survived because he was chosen. A divine son who endured unseen enemies through overwhelming psionic will. The lie takes root. The people believe. Bound by propaganda, trapped in a marriage designed to kill him, and forced to take a rival from his academy days as a concubine to secure his father’s legacy, Orn is promoted rather than buried. Given command of a single frigate, he is sent to the Stellaris Cluster—a relic-choked frontier where empires test their young and discard their failures. There, Orn builds his force from pariahs, survivors, and political refuse. As ancient powers awaken and war intensifies, the myth surrounding him begins to grow faster than the empire can control. The throne was never meant for him. But the stars are already kneeling.
Anone · 3.7k Views

Solar Ascension

Nox always had a dream, he wanted to see the sun without the hazy pollution fog that constantly hung above the slums, he also wanted a chance at becoming a Solar knight, the selected few that were granted a Helion Core and the chance to stand against the monsters known as Eclipsed. But for someone born and raised in the gutters of Aureum, dreams like that were nothing more than fantasies. The Academy, the shining heart of the Solar Confederacy, was a world reserved for the privileged — not for rats scraping through metal heaps for a handful of credits. Until a tier 2 Eclipsed suddenly attacked the slums and by some miracle, Nox found himself alive and in the hands of a crazy teacher at the academy. Now, under the watch of a definitely half-mad Academy instructor who seems far too interested in him, Nox finds himself walking through the gates of the Solar Academy — the very place he once thought unreachable. He doesn’t know it yet, but his survival wasn’t luck. It was the beginning of something far greater. Something that could change Aureum forever. *** Extra chapters and mass releases: 100 power stones = 2 Extra chapters. 50 power stones = 4 Extra chapters. Magic Castle = Mass Release for seven days (3 chapters per day.) Spacecraft = Mass release for 14 days (3 chapters per day.) Golden Gachapon = mass release for for a whole month (3 chapters per day). Note: Extra chapters can be stacked, but won't exceed 30 per week (including normal releases)..
Nova_Lister · 149.5k Views

A forgotten World

UnderCity is a sprawling cyberpunk city that exists in perpetual twilight, shrouded by thick clouds that block out the sun. Its streets are illuminated by a cold, eerie glow from massive holographic billboards and flickering neon lights. The architecture is jagged and assymetrical, as if the city grew organically, layer upon layer, without any thought for aesthetics. The population is diverse, ranging from humans with heavy cybernetic augmentations to dragonborn, tieflings dwarves elves and others that even include AI-driven androids that blur the line between man and machine. At the heart of the city lies the Obsidian Spire, a towering, black monolith that pulsates faintly with an unsettling energy. It's said to house the city's governing AI, CoreBorn, which has ensured order for decades through its omnipresent surveillance and predictive algorithms. People have accepted this as the price of safety in an otherwise chaotic world. The lower districts, known as the undercurrents, are a network of cramped alleys and underground markets where outlaws, hackers, and rogue inventors thrive. It's a dangerous place, but also where innovation flourishes unchecked. The upper districts are pristine and eerily quiet, home to the city's elite who seem almost disconnected from reality. Despite its technological marvels, UnderCity has a pervasive sense of unease - a city haunted by something unseen. In the dank alleys of the undercurrents, where every tiefling looked the same, Tregorashe was an immediate anomaly. His horns didn't just sit there; they shimmired with a faint, bioluminescent green glow. It was a side effect of his peculiar connection to the Flux, an unpredictable energy field that coalesces in the city's forgotten corners. The undercurrents were both a harsh playground and a relentless curse. He was abandoned as an infant, growing up under the care of "Grimleaf," an eccentric druid-coder known for hacking the old environmental controls just to revive a few struggling patches of green. Grimleaf instructed Tregorashe in the delicate balance between technology and nature that defined UnderCity's forgotten past - a harmony lost to the neon-lit, metal-strewn present. It was from the elder that Tregorashe truly learnt to command the Flux, not through sterile machinery, but via sheer vorce of will and a deep, intuitive resonance. While he absorbed much of Grimleaf's ancient wisdom, an inexplicable wildness thrummed beneath Tregorashe's calm surface. It was during one of his deeper explorations that Tregorashe chanced upon it: a massive, techno-organic root system that bled into an uncharted layer of UnderCity. It pulsed with a faint, otherworldly life. Standing before it, he was engulfed by an overwhelming surge of the Flux, which flooded his mind with fragmented visions. He saw a past version of the city, alive and thriving before CoreBorn bagan its cold, sterile reign. Yet, within those glimpses, he perceived something more unsettling -a shadowy presence, a spectral entity that haunted UnderCity's very core. It blinked in and out of his awareness like static, too broken to be understood, but chilling him to the bone all the same. Grimleaf had warned him against disturbing things that lay in shadow. Days later, the old druid simply vanished, leaving behind only a series of cryptic warnings scrawled across hacked holo-screens. Tregorashe immediately understood the message: a warning and a summons. Whatever the shadowy presence was, it seemed tied to the string of peculiar disappearances plaguing the city, and somehow, to him. He couldn't shake the growing conviction that the Flux had chosen him for a purpose he was only just beginning to grasp. Tregorashe now Traverses UnderCity alone, a solitary figure with no affiliation to the Syndicate or the upper districts. He feels a rising certainty, however, that he is caught in the crosshairs of forces far beyond his understanding.
Samuel_Grobler_6124 · 346 Views