A story about a teenager in a dystopian world where a nuclear war began in the blink of an eye.

DYSTOPIAN TALES ONLINE

In year 3000, one game changed the life of all humanity. 

Dystopian Tales Online [DPO] is a Massive Multi-Player Online Role Playing Game introduced by the Foster Science and Toys Corporation, a leading billion dollar gaming company that is known for their extensive gaming preferences attracting players in all ages. 

Known as the Foster Gaming Co., the games are created by a team of professional programmers and network technicians resulting to a highly defined computer generated graphics with effects almost close to reality. Now, one of their newly created game, [DPO], is said to be the promising 'new generation' gaming.

DPO is a new game defined for its unique first person gaming experience. According to the creators, the name Dystopian is placed as the front title because of the self-generating genre of the game. That is to say, choosing between worlds and maps is possible. Unlike in a normal MMORPG where quests and the maps given are commanded by default, in DPO, each decision will lead to a [Happy End] or [Bad End] giving players almost real-to-life situations.

Not only that [FREE WILL] existed in this game, also, a self character personalization and weapon creation is possible. Self Character Personalization [SCP] is a character generator where you can freely design your character. Hair color, eyes, accessories, even the arrangement of buttons and ribbons on the selected clothing can be adjusted. 

There is also the Face Copy Recognition where you can make your characters look the same as you! All you need to do is to take a picture of yourself and crop the part of your face. Paste it to the editing software and do the favorable adjustments.

Weapon Creation also works the same. For all the players who are weapon creation enthusiasts, this generator created a huge impact to these people who are tired of using market weapons or droppings. Through this generator, the player can costumize the power level and attributes of the created weapon. You can also add and modify, or just simply disassemble it. The generator has the Blueprint option and Copy that helps in creating the weapon smoothly.

However, even though this Weapon Creation is a good extension of the game, the weapons created under this method happen to process a 'trial and error' command. Due to the Blueprint option, one can simply create a weapon. But the blueprints that are present are coming from the game itself, which only shows that creating a new specialized weapon would mean that the designer shall start from scratch. 

One material might not fit the other. The concept is almost the same with forging equipments where only chosen crystals can match the weapon's requirments. If it exceeds the valu, the weapon or equipment will break. The Weapon Creation might need an all out plan but the success of a created weapon outlimits the normal ones. 

Another factor of the game is its classification of Races and Archetypes. Races are the so-called bloodlines that is divided to five main races: Beasts, Elven, Humanoid, Half-Ling, and the Undead. One player will choose a race and after that they can freely choose whatever archetypes they want.

Archetypes are like sub-classes. They are divided under the races. for example, under the Elven Race comes the archetypes of mages and witches. One can choose their original race, and also can choose archetype from other races. 

The archetype of warrior is under the Humanoid RACE. If the player chooses the Elven Race, he or she can freely have the warrior archetype. Meaning, each player has his or her own characteristics almost different from the other. 

A single player can choose up to ten archetypes. 

Other than these features, DPO is also using a virtual reality helmet. This makes players to see and experience the world of Dystopian as if they are really there. Buying the console includes this freebie, while those who already have their VR can just simply exclude it. 

Like in any known VR games, this equipment will be worn by the player. The specialized screen inside the VR will reflect the game. But before playing, one should log-in by using the computer keyboard and stuff. Once in, voice command and hearing effects will be possible. Though, joysticks are still needed to move the character of the game. 

However, no matter how advance or interesting a game can offer, the decline of such products is gradually showing all throughout the years. It is true that the Fosters Gaming Co., is a truly advance company for online gaming, but this is not the only company that issues high rated games. As the year progress, technology also have risen to its peak, reaching its final destination in the middle of the 25th century. 

Holographic TVs, skin thin smart phones, garbage androids, automated cooking utensils, electricity generated wheel-less cars, nanorobots constructions, humanoid artificial intellegence, highly advanced security system, traffic drones - everything around the world changed from the primitive lifestyle to an all technology yet nature friendly world. 

After the 5th world war, the countries of the world signed a pact to create a more peaceful world out of violence. Reaching the 25th century changed the course of all the humanity that was totally devastated by the preceeding wars. Laws are reformed, new kinds of goverment are experimented, and technology is tested. At the end of this century, a new form of beings are created that advanced to the present date. 

The progress is fast paced. New inventions are created, making life in Earth easier than before. Voilence is banned that lessened robbery and murder. Education was taken high priority, giving almost a ninety-nine percent literacy rate, one percent as the exception of the newborn babies. Medicine is also enhanced with humans reaching a hundred years an average because of good health. 

Famine, floods, earthquakes are now can be measure through computers. By just guessing when these events will happen, the authorities will create an evacuation plan to ensure the people's safety. Other than dying of old age, none of the people of the earth suffered. 

Well, this is just the first chapter of the humanities greatest change.

After 5 melleniums, the technology slowly advanced. Though the peace is being maintained, no new discoveries were learned. The laws that was created along time ago didn't change. The lifestyle and everyday life continued but nothing much added to it. With all the diseases, infections, disasters being surpressed by machines - it is as if the world suddenly stopped caring.

Nobody actually cared.

That is why games suddenly became a big hit. With violence out of the way, people seem to find games as creative and fun. With most of these computer games required combat and skills, plus the settings on the primitive time, the people are piqued with interest. Each house is estimated to have at least one gaming equipment for the family to play.

But then, this generation also never lasted.

Every year, the same style genre of games are being released with only quests and names different from each other. Pro-gamers can finish playing these games for a week that will be given a rate in website where guides and maps of any games can be found. This online ranking is worldwide, meaning, if one pro-player says that this one game is crap, expect that everyone will read about it. 

And nobody will buy the game.

Just in time of the release of Dystopian Tales Online, only those gamers who are hardcore fans of this company's games bought it. Almost a month has passed but they didn't even reach the quota of selling the only one thousand copies they distributed. Though, this changed drastically after the end of second month.

The reason why nobody bought the game, aside from the few, until now is because most of the gamers are waiting for the pro-players to give their rate. After a month and two, these pro-players only posted the picture of the game and only single sentence of review made the whole world wanted to grab a copy of it. 

"However, that is not what actually happened to groups of people who are not able to play this game."

Questions started to rise when the demand of the game suddenly bursted. Knowing the excellence of this game, there's no doubt that it will sell great. But then, why did the Foster gaming only released one thousand copies? One could expect that investing more copies could give them more profit.

"An experiment to a selected few..."

Unknown to all is a hidden agenda created by the company. To enhance the gaming experience and to create a new technological advancement, the team invented a kind of the game that will bring the players to a virtual reality. That is, conjuring the whole being of the player to the game where they will experience ALL of their senses without restrictions.

It is true that with their current technology, games can now be done with three of the senses present - sense of sight, touch, and hearing. Some games may include the sense of scent and taste but still not fully intact with the game. They still need props like preparing food beforehand or creating a room while wearing a VR to fulfill the sense.

But this is different. 

A known engineer, Tristan Foster, the son of the head of the Foster Gaming Co., designed a theory that suggests that creating a dimension of games is possible. However, creating this world using computers of THIS world will only create a form but not the experience. In order for them to create [THIS] dimension, they must look for something that is existing in this world, but in the same time, not happening in this exact world.

DREAMS - this word perfectly fit the needed requirement.

Tristan explained the run through of his creation. According to him, a machine will be created to stimulate the brain while undergoing REM. Synapses will be controlled using vibrations, sending signals to the control center of the brain where dreams are created. This will send the compacted information clearly, attaching it to the game's server, then entering the world of dreams as if logging-in in a game.

Experts asked about this weird experiment. Of all, why did he chose dreams? Up until now, it is still a mystery to them why people dream and what is its purpose. Inserting a variable that is not tangible would be useless and can be held to be a dysfuction. Besides, of all the body parts, brain contains the biggest mystery of all.

The approval of this project lasted for years. Tristan showed data and statistics, including familiar theories and common sense. As years pass by, all the members of the team realized the point slowly. Few pages of research started to pile up with complex equations only they could understand. Experts are called in to help and somehow proved the theories possible.

It is as if creating a new world is this generation's mission.

Five years of work and Tristan succesfully earned his reward. Showing the detailed blueprint of how the system works left those people who mocked him for being mad. Human ethics and rights are not violated, the safety of this whole experiment showed through trials that he himself created. Tristan became the first test subject. 

Applying this, Tristan planned a worldwide experiment but with the condition that the subjects should be as well as smart as him. The safety of the experiment is succesful due to his intellegence. Tristan is a prodigy, started studying computer engineering at the age of twelve. If this variable cannot be met, he's afraid that the results would be different.

That is why he designed the Dystopian Tales Online. And in this game, a real world is hidden. Everyone thought that he named it Dystopian Tales due to the game's feature of choosing a specific genre. But nobody knows that his real reason of choosing this word is from the description intself.

Dystopian - the world of suffering. The ability to twist reality. 

After the first release of the game, some of the players reported that there is this weird test with one thousand questions in multiple choice right after the installation is finished. Taking the test or not taking it will not actually affect the game's features. However, to those people who took the test and passed the margin was not able to play the game.

Instead, at the end of the test, the whole game was terminated and a black screen will show up. In the middle of this black screen is a set of numbers that happen to be a telephone number. Of course, as if common sense, everyone called the telephone number. And then they are greeted with:

[HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A FALSE LEGEND?]

Inside the game, Dystopian Tales Online, runs the world they called [VIRTUAL REALITY]. Those who managed to praise their worth are called to create a contract with the Foster Gaming Co. By participating the experiment, the subjects will be called as adventurers of the Virtual Reality. 

They are requested to play the game every night during their REM sleep with a technology the company will provide. Also, they are not just playing for fun. Because of the vitality of this experiment, the subjects are given insurances and a salary of ten thousand pesos per month (about 200USD$). All they have to do is play and level up. 

"It's something new and kind of amazing," Aud said, playing the straw of his juice.

Looking around, faces of men and children gathered around him. His group occupied half of the seats in front of the bar, rather, they are found on their usual places again. 

Aud always sits on the middle most part with Frass on his left. Leon and Shin would sit anywhere they want but often sits beside Aud. Two kids will be sitting beside them with another girl at the very end. 

For seven years, these people sure have grown old.

"Wait a second," Shin called out, touching the tip of his chin thinking. "How did you know that we are playing Virtual Reality? I mean, we are playing with DTO players right? The difference is that they are seeing it through a computer while we are all inside the game."

Aud blinked, wondering what he should answer. 

He looked over at Leon who is in between them, currently staying away from their conversation because he is playing a bonus mini game in front of them. A black translucent screen is floating at the front of the elf. He's actually duelling with the bartender who is cleaning glasses at their front while waiting for Leon to move. 

"Hmmm? What?" Leon noticed Aud looking over him. Despite of not joining the conversation, he knows what they are discussing about. 

"You have something to say?" Aud said.

"Ah... let's see..." Leon clicked the screen on the mini game to show his move. 

"First of all, DTO is a first person perspective game. Unlike any games, you can never have a full control of the actions especially that everyone is still a noob at it. I guess even the players who played the year earlier will not ever be able to move it flawlessly."

"However, we managed to break it as if we are actually in the scene. Can you remember the Speed Combo that you did? If it was from a computer's perspective, you will be hitting the monster in one place. You can't move to places due to the rate that you have."

"Whoa, so you mean you were able to recognize us by just looking? Wait a second, how did you know about that," Shin exclaimed. "Are you watching us the whole time? Why didn't you help?"

"Not really," Aud took a sip from his juice. "We are actually heading to the floor's boss when we saw a group of low level players entering the dead end. We just followed and watched. It's not that we have any responsibility to help you."

Shin grumbled, not believing the words he said. 

A loud alarm suddenly sounded making Virtual Reality players to look up. Like in any other day, a rectangle with smooth edges will appear above, showing number in zeroes. The VR players recognized it, stopping or hurrying whatever they are doing to log out.

This zeroes inside the rectangle is the system's time for all the virtual players. That is, the VR server will start as early as six and ends at three in the morning. Whenever the clock hits three, an alarm will appear across the accounts to announce that it is their time to log out. Only twenty minutes extension is allowed.

The purpose of this action is to run the maintainance to collect the data of the game. Also, the REM state would be very weak during these hours and the machine might not be able to grasp the needed information. Once the player is logged-out, he or she will continue sleeping until their body clock wakes them up. 

Moreover, if a VR player fails to log out in the game with the given time, the account will be forced erased and the player has to restart again.

The twenty minutes time is now counting down. 

One by one, players' status changed to offline with green dots turning red. Some are still on the process of saving their profiles while checking their inventory. The twins and the girl from their group exited first. Frass also took his way out only waiting for Aud to finish.

"Another day, another game. Well, see you later guys," Shin said, looking at them while pressing some commands in his profile. After a second, his character vanished and his status is now offline. 

"I guess we have to continue this game later," Leon heaved a sigh.

The bartended nodded with the agreement. Leon closed the mini game screen and opened his menu. Other than him, nobody can see. Actually, nobody can see the other's player menu unless if shown purposely. He scrolled the space in front of him until he reached the end of the line. 

"I'll be off now," he told the two. "See you again later."

"Bye," Only Aud responded. 

All of the remaining players logged out in a succession until no one is left.

￼

When technological advancement created the norms of the world, people had fallen to the age where peace occupied every nation. With the fear of stagnation, humans developed many games to simulate worlds that somehow substituted as their 'fighting grounds'.

However, a certain game was developed that caused a rift amongst all the games. Only players whose IQ had reached a hundred and half above is allowed to play, and said to be the games made for the geniuses.

The game is developed to create the humanities' next step to evolution - and that is opening a portal to the next world.

Prison World is another project of mine, and I just finished writing book 1, so I'll be releasing the first draft on patr3on. When it's been edited, I'll release it on here and RR, chapter by chapter.
Here's a summary:

In the dystopian future, the Earth has become overpopulated. Even with the orbital farms, there's still not enough food to feed the entire population. To combat this, the government adopted a zero-tolerance policy. Commit a crime, no matter how minor, your body shall be exterminated.
 
However, things are not all bad. Instead of just killing criminals, their minds are sent into a virtual world, known only as the Prison World, where, based on your judgment, you might start life anew, or be sent to suffer eternal torment.

Despite knowing the risks, our protagonist gave everything away, just to secure a meal for her little brother.

You can find my patr3on here: https://www.patr3on.com/LucyLynn

If you're interested, pay it a visit.  The book will only be available to $5 patrons, and above. As a $5 patron, you will also get access to two other, first draft books, as well as a bunch of artwork, and a comic.

Min was born in a tribe of Goblins, where she became a hunter due to her great stats. As a hunter, she lived a simple life with her hunting friends, leveling peacefully. But what happens when the Elven Kind discovers a great source of Mithril in their little cave system?

Warning: This fiction will contain great amounts of sex and violence. Goblin society in my story is a carnal one, where everyone has sex with everyone, even there own siblings... maybe parents too, who knows. Min will be subject to gang bangs by her hunting friends from chapter 2 onwards, albeit, willingly. Rape might enter the story in the future and it also might not.

This story takes place in the 25th Century. The world population is 13 billion. Due to overpopulation, the poverty rate is dangerously high. The Age of Invention began in the mid 21st Century when AI* was being improved. Over the course of the next century, robots and androids were introduced. Due to the extreme prices of these robots and androids, only the extremely wealthy could get their hand on them. Due to the declining natural resources, robots and androids became more and more expensive. It was an industrial revolution, part 2. Food shortages became common due to rising global warming and clean water was hard to come by. During the 23rd Century, a new order was created where everyone that was not wealthy got their jobs chosen for them. 
There was the Elite Forces, which were composed of the Army and Military. They protected their respective countries borders. (Genesis's parents were taken by them and her grandmother served her time there too)
The Crop Squad were the farmers and food suppliers of their countries. (Genesis's older brothers were with them)
The Cerbium Team; they were the doctors, teachers, technicians and architects of their countries. Only the very educated had a chance of being part of the Cerbium.
The Labourers, any other jobs that required manual labour were categorised under this title.
Due to the climate changing, many of the countries have somehow drifted closer to each other. All countries have a western influence to them. This story takes place in a dystopian China, but due to strong western influence and technological advancements, most of China's traditions have been forgotten. This happened to nearly all other countries around the world.

* Artificial Intelligence

2187, dystopian New York

168 years have pass and the world is no longer the world we use to know, since the plague happened cities were burned and avoided, famous landmarks were the hotspots of death herself turning cities full of life into sanctuaries of death.

Standing at the center of the Central Park is the cause of it all, grinning as he watch one lone man finish the last of the undead "Bravo!! Bravo!! What a magnificent perfomance, Oh!! such a dramatic turn of event!" the being said full amusement.

He slowly walk towards the lone man as he praise him like he'd seemingly had done such a wonderful job "who would have thought that the first one to consider suicide is the last one to survive! Well! this confirms one thing THE COWARD ALWAYS SURVIVE! ".

The lone man glared at the being with all the hatred he could muster, clenching his fist to the point of bleeding "Damn! You!" the man said with so much spite.

"Oh! Threats! you would do good as one of my collection!" the being smirk "but first! like I had promise I'll grant you two wishes! anything you like (except wishing me dead, reviving someone or returning everything to once it was) but on second thought because I'm too generous you only get one wish!! Hahaha! right! right! I'm so generous hahaha! " the being said with a maddening laughter

"Grr.. " growled the man he then look at the being with maddening eyes "anything right!? anything!? then.." the maddening look vanish instead it was replace by a smirk "THEN I WISH! I WISH TO GO TO A PLACE WHERE YOU OR YOUR INFLUENCE CANNOT REACH ME EVER AGAIN!"

the being laugh so hard he falls over his back and then said "HAHAHAHA! nope! never, I still plan to reset this game and making you the last boss HAHAHAHA! Wish something els-" the being was cut off speaking when a monotonous voice echoed throughout the wold

"World Notice: Congratulations to player 7765945644 -Eric Lawrence, Praetor of the 12th Legion, the betrayed, the outcast, The Coward for winning the GAME. wish will be granted in 3".

"WAIT! WHAT!? WHO'S ON THE CONTROLLER!? WHO'S MESSING WITH MY- DAMN YOU FATHER!!!! DON'T RUIN MY GAME! " Shouted the being with so much hate his distructive aura destroyed the surrounding place as then a protective barrier covered Eric from it.

2-

"and also TET" said the man with an evil smirk making the being look at him "I planted a gift for you beneath this grave" he said as he quickly push a remote under his sleeve 
"KABOOM Mother Fucker! "

BOOommm!

1-

then the whole place was Ingulf in fire and then....
nothing, 
everything turn white

finally a few moments the colors returned he was now standing in the middle of a vast ocean with clear sky up above, a beautiful maiden quickly flown down right in front of him.

"Eric Lawrence , welcome to my sanctuary" the maiden said with a dazzling smile

With his wish, he was set free from his hell-like world, now on another world follow Eric on his quest to reclaim normality.. or some of it


sigh.... who am I kidding! his in marvel universe for god sake where is normality in that!


Just to let you know I don't own Marvel

A unique trait of the fehl race, the Fehl Bond united fehls and their first partner for a century. Linked in body, mind, and soul, although they couldn't directly read the other's thoughts, the bonded would experience all emotions and sensations of the other party for the next 100 years. 

The Fehl Bond wasn't a choice. The bonded partners couldn't turn it on or off because they found it inconvenient. For that reason, fehls selected their first partners with the utmost care, often picking siblings or companions of centuries. Initially, Jezebel's elder half-brother, Mazdan, had been handpicked by Ashera to enjoy the privilege. However, her two centuries of travel throughout various mortal worlds left him unable to pluck the fruit. 

Knowing that her princess had no interest in the chosen mate, Ashera didn't press the matter further. But believing an oddity such as Kilian would fit Jezebel's uncanny tastes, Ashera made her part of the deal. Of course, Jezebel's delight was far from being the only reason behind Ashera's move. 

Having obtained vast information on the fehl race from Klaus' archives, Kilian had long been aware of the Fehl Bond. But, for three reasons, he didn't care for it. 

First, Jezebel was far more powerful than he was. Although he couldn't determine Ashera's position in the fehl hierarchy with exactness, Kilian didn't doubt she stood at the upper level. The discrepancy between the potency of her boons and Kilian's initial condition ensured that she - at least - exceeded the Fehl Lord altitude. As her daughter and Kilian's alleged assistant, Jezebel's strength undoubtedly surpassed his by a large margin. That being the case, their bond added an extra level of security to his plans. 

Second, dra. Jezebel's first time carried with it a massive dra boost for Kilian. He could already feel his veins swelling with the violent surge of dra spreading throughout his body. A brief observation showed that from the initial 5,000, Kilian's dra values rose to 11,000—a 120% boost!

At his current magical level, without his fehl body supporting him, such a massive leap would have blasted Kilian into pieces. The majority of human Archons started with 5,000 dra. Someone like Kilian who'd not even learned how to control dra but possessed more than an Archon was entirely unheard of! Perhaps on dra quantity alone, even Klaus couldn't rival him. 

Of course - though dra held substantial weight in the equation - dra quantity and strength were two different concepts. 

Third, fehl. Growing the Eye of Fehl and unlocking its new abilities would undoubtedly require vast sources of fehl energies. And in terms of fehl energies, Jezebel was a treasure trove. Kilian could already feel his third eye stirring as it digested the streams of fehl might unleashed by the daemoness. 

"As the saying goes, to build your position and career, you need to fuck the right person," Kilian shrugged, visibly unfazed by the words' implications. And when they echoed, Jezebel had to admit that underneath his detached exterior, Kilian hid quite the ruffian. 

"Ohh, said like a true Lothario, you'd make your mother proud," Jezebel sighed with grand theatrical gestures. But by the time her eyes fell back on Kilian's, an inexpressive yet bone-chilling glare awaited her. 

"Sensitive topic? That means I can't call you son of a bitch next time you shag me? Got it." Jezebel promptly apologized, and nestled up against Kilian's chest. She'd not even spent three seconds in his arms that Kilian shoved her onto the ground.

"Ah!" Jezebel's yelp resounded alongside a loud thud. As if hit too heavily, she didn't stand up, sprawling on the ground with her face twisted in a grimace of pain. 

*Sniff* *Sniff* *Sniff*

"Mother, how could you be so cruel as to donate your only daughter to such a savage beast? Now that he's done using me, he's tossing me aside like some worn-out shoes! Aaaaah!" Jezebel sobbed with warm tears while her body writhed in false anguish! 

Any bystander would have been tricked by the performance. Fortunately, Kilian was a man of iron will, and wouldn't allow this flippant creature to swindle him! And seeing that her relentless sobbing pulled no reaction from Kilian, Jezebel resumed a serious look.

"Alright, let's discuss proper business," Jezebel began while rising from the ground to sit beside Kilian—eying his poker face with a gentle smile. "What's your big plan, handsome? Although mother wants you to grow the Eye of Fehl to the limit, you undoubtedly have goals of your own.

What is it going to be? World dominion? History's largest harem? Endless wealth? No, my Lothario can't possibly be that dull," Jezebel rattled off. Meanwhile, Kilian closed his eyes. At first, he considered building a world of perfect equality. But as he weighed the means to achieve such an end, the thought soon crumbled. 

On Earth, he experienced lawful inequality. On Arcadia, he awoke to a dystopian madness. Between the two, where was the template? Perhaps the problem was never society, but human nature. Man relished in exceeding his peers. Commoners and nobles, lowborn and highborn, lower class and upper class, the cycle just kept repeating. Topple one template, and the next order would build a new form of inequality.

Kilian now realized that a world of perfect equality was nothing but lunacy, a childish yearning. As Klaus often said, nature decreed that men couldn't be equal; therefore, tolerable inequalities were the highest point man could ever reach. 

Only God could build such a utopia, a world where all grew with the same opportunities. But God died, and with his current abilities, Kilian didn't dare dream of replacing him. Moreover, as a fehl mutant, the world was his enemy. What time did he have to care for the common man's plight when none of them would hesitate to cast stones at his burning frame? Not cursing their ignorance was generous enough.

No.

The world of men could collapse. 

The world of mutants should rise. A world where the tainted needed not burn at wooden stakes, needed not hide like wretched beasts, and live their lives in fear of barbaric slaughter. The fehl-tainted never chose the taint, never chose their mutation, never chose to become beasts. 

Unlike the commoners that surrendered to the tyrannical yoke of the aristocracy without the tiniest thought of rebellion, the only thing the tainted never had was...a choice. It was high time they got one.

"Take control of the taint, erase the madness, destroy the Arcadian Empire, the Seven Grand Orders, and build a country for fehl monsters," Kilian finally replied, making Jezebel's eyebrows rise in surprise. Her Lothario indeed was quite the unusual fellow. 

"Monsters or monster girls? You vile little thing," Jezebel rolled her head, making Kilian wonder if he shouldn't find a way to permanently keep her mouth shut. 

"Such words will make you public enemy number one. From the Arcadian Empire to the Chiropteran Dynasty, from the Wailing Sea to the Undying Horde, none wish to see the rise of the fehl-tainted. 

The insanity of fehl beasts is a convenient tool enabling those world superpowers to maintain their desired status quo. How can you break it?" She seriously asked. Although before an existence such as her mother, those superpowers were nothing worth mentioning, the current Kilian was in no position to look down on them. With a casual command, the Emperor of Arcadia could raze the entirety of Orloth to the ground, slaughtering its 160 million denizens. Even the Duke of Kars couldn't survive his wrath. 

Kilian naturally understood Jezebel's concerns. But since he dared set foot on the road, he was prepared to face the consequences.

"One step at a time, starting with the Imperial Academy."

A second chance, a failed reincarnation. He lies on a wooden stake, burning amidst a sea of jeering rabble, at last grasping alien truths. In this new world: 

Good cowered.
Order Perished!
Damnation Reigned!! 
And if God can't save him, the Devil shall!!!

Follow Kilian as he sheds his last bits of innocence, trades his soul for a third chance, and rises to tame a wretched, dystopian world through devious cunning, unorthodox sorcery, and a little harem of monster girls on the side. 



Discord Link: https://discord.gg/tucy4kc

Author's note: Graphic violence and detailed sex scenes are to be expected.

Because this is a new story and I don't want to rush things, we start with 7 chapters per week. More as we go forward.  

Welcome to hell!

The group had scavenged and found, luckily that there was no lack of seafood that could be easily scavenged. Mussels, clams, seaweed and oysters were readily collected from the shore. The group used some of the water to boil the edibles, and wash away the excessive salt before hungrily eating the cooked food. Finally, they felt some energy return and their spirits revitalized.

Phil looked towards dead bodies, which had been carefully dragged to a center. A gag inducing stench was already coming out of the pile of bodies. Phil counted at least twelve bodies in the pile. The others remained unknown. "We need to burn their bodies," He said as his eyes teared up from the traumatic memories of the past day flashed past him.

Only now, when shelter food and water had been successfully secured had they realized that their bodies had been running only on adrenaline. Only now did they get the opportunity to assimilate the events that led to their current situation.

At that moment, the stench from the bodies suddenly increased to the extent that Alex felt like retching again, but he stopped himself. He couldn't afford to dehydrate anymore. He turned his back to the pile of corpses to face the breeze blowing away the smell, only to see his fellow survivors wearing horrified expressions. Their eyes were enlarged and their face hung open, as if they had seen the face of death itself.

"What happened?" Alex asked in confusion only to see Bell's hand trembling and fear evident in all of their gazes. Alex felt a pit in his stomach as he slowly turned to face the pile of corpses, the object of their fear. When he did, his entire body shivered.

The pile of corpses, which were discrete individuals had somehow clumped together and amalgamated into a single sludge like conglomeration. A small mountain of blood, bone, skin and rotting flesh and organs mixing together as if by some unseen mystical force. Alex wanted to scream, but no voice would leave his throat as he watched in abject horror, a green sapling, much like a pea sprout erupt from the peak of that hill of sludge of corpses.

Within seconds, the sapling was growing as if time had accelerated for it. The growth of hundreds of years condensed into a single minute. The sapling rapidly transformed into a great towering oak tree with pearl white bark amd white leaves at a visible pace. As the sludge of human remains simultaneously turned into dust and evaporated away into the wind. As if their very souls had been sucked into the now towering tree that rose out of the barren island like a gigantic joke upon the world.

"What... just... happened?" Miles asked in confusion and fear. But no one responded. No one could respond. Who knew what happened? They had never heard of such a thing happening before. It was not something they could fathom.

When the human remains disappeared, the tree stopped growing. It was one of the most beautiful trees humanity had ever laid its eyes upon, totally unlike the gruesome history of its origins. It's entire structure was pearly white, from trunk to branches to leaves. After growing to what appeared to be it's full length, it stood alone. Silent. Though the fear it generated in the six survivors was deafening.

"We need to escape this island." Phil said without any hesitation. His eyes looked murderous and his face agitated. "We must leave now!" He screamed as if to bolster his own fragile opinion. Wash away the fear.

"Escape how?" Miles snapped back. "Escape to where? We are on an uncharted island with no connection to the outside world! No one has even found us in two whole days!"

Bell stopped the two from coming to blows, standing between them and pulling them apart. "We can't lose hope." He said trying to maintain his calm as well the group's. "We just need to stay away from the tree."

x-x-x-x

One month passed. It was the most difficult month. Initially, the six had hoped to survive until help arrived. But as the days passed, this hope dwindled. Eventually they realized the hard and gruesome fact. No help was on its way. 

Under the shadows of the ominous tree, the six began recreating civilization. They were helped of course by sheer luck. First aid kits, alcohol, antibiotics, mineral water bottles and all other kinds of necessities arrived on the shore of the island. Presumably from the once crashed cockpit which had long since sunk into the ocean's depths.

The group had ofcourse thought of cutting the gigantic tree, to fashion a canoe and make away a heroic escape. Alex doubted their chances in the affair but was outvoted to partake in the project. However, that was all for nought, because they found that no metal could cut through the tree's thick bark or even make a dent on it. Resigned, they returned to making the island what they could call home.

They turned sand into glass. They found clay near the shore under the sea. They fashioned houses. Set up a distillery to purify water. Made more permanent houses. Everyday, the tree would drop one pearl colored twig from its towering branches. This twig, the group discovered would burn brightly, and burn for an extremely long time. Enough to furnish their daily needs.

Eventually, the months passed by. As time flew by, the group became more close knit, more like a family. Though some were closer than the others. The gender disparity led to some curious relationships fomenting between the six. Bell and Phil were both gunning for Emilia, who, actually was in love with Destiny. Destiny on the other hand was in a relationship with Miles. Alex stayed to himself. He saw the tensions simmering. 

The months had been peaceful. They had made progress and life had become much more livable. They had even built their own pond, an oven, improved on cooking and life was looking positive. But Alex knew that this couldn't last. The complicated relationships, the simmering tensions would end up in a blow out that would be catastrophic. He could see this, and that is why he once again chose his convenient defense mechanism, to distance himself from the group.

He began spending time in the Virtual construction of Anonymous, reading through the gigantic tome. He was looking for a way to signal for help. 

A year had passed on the island. The relationships between the group had grown only more complex as the time passed. Destiny and Emilia were both pregnant. Who were the fathers? Getting pregnant on a desert island with no medical supplies of any kind, no medicines and no healthcare expertise was a terrible decision, Alex thought, but kept the matter to himself. The squabbles between Bell, Phil and Miles were of an entirely different nature entirely.  The women, had now turned into property and they were bargaining over the ownership rights.

Alex turned bitter. The year of isolation wasn't doing any good to them. The group seemed to have completely given up on civilization itself and to Alex, it seemed like he was the only one who seemed concerned about reestablishing contact. The only one who wanted to return to the world he once belonged to, no matter how dystopian it had turned into.

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Under Willy's guide, the group headed for the Path of Abundance and the Royal Highway towards the manor called 'Hearthfire'. The road that they were on were originally the sanctuary's streets and roadways, but after being left in a state of disrepair for so long, the roads have lost their lusture, and walking on it was extremely difficult.
The surface of cemented roads had folded up, exposing the man-made paths underneath. The roads were riddled by potholes and yet it seems like no effort was made to repair them. It was an unpleasent trek, no different than walking on a broken path in the wilderness. Nangong Wuyue was rather winded walking on such a path, and wondered if her serpentine form would help. But after recalling Vivian's little nice magic had already scared the locals senseless, she suppressed her desire in morphing her three meter long tail out. Of course, a little grumbling was par of the course. "Say... Are all your roads these difficult to walk on?"
"Difficult?" Willy looked at the road surface under him, "Oh right. This certainly cannot be compared to the roads in Highspire as this is a poor backwater. Neither the Eisenstadt or the Kingdom of Highspire will be sending anyone to fix the roads here."
"Why... are the two 'countries' fighting a war? Is there some bad blood or something?" Hao Ren asked.
Willy simply blinked. "Why? Because winter is coming of course. We need to light the fire at the World's End. Those who have perished in battle are fuel to the fire. All four kingdoms did not fight because of some petty grudge. I thought this was common knowledge."
The group looked at each other with an astounded look. Vivian immediately frowned. "Your kind have... splitted into FOUR kingdoms?"
"Are you really from the Frozen Beyond?" Willy swallowed his saliva. "Everyone knows this. The Kingdom of Highspire, the Eisenstadt, the Freistadt, and the Starhold. These are the four kingdoms in this world.
Hao Ren was astounded after hearing that, and was rather incredulous to say the least. The world order within the sanctuary inside the ark had changed completely, and have became a few disparate city states and villages, and the roads of old became the way of transportation between the 'cities'. Skyscrappers and other tall buildings were fortified into fortresses and townships while the industrial zone became the wilderness after being torn down and everything useful scrapped. The sanctuary had been turned inside out. A medieval society had bizarrely grown upon the ruins of an advanced civilisation. And these ruins, was just so small.
It was a literal dystopian nightmare.
Hao Ren looked up. It was possible to see the entire landscape of this enclosed scape. Hao Ren wanted to ask what do the young man think of this weird world structure, but he quickly realised that he did not have much to ask at all. The young soldier was born and bred here. He was raised and educated in the same place as well, and thus his world view would be as such. If no one in the ship now knew of the concept of the 'ark', it was probable that everyone here think of the world as a giant egg shell. The freezing world outside the metal hull probably mean nothing to Willy.
Willy was jittery throughout the journey. He really really did not want to travel on this part of the road, especially after his comrades were defeated and in the company of these unknown strangers that knew sorcery. That left him with a sense of severe lack of security. But the soldier did not have a choice, he still have to brave through to guide the outlanders, and to watch out for any attacks by the Eisenstadt or Freistadt soldiers.
Quite some time had since passed since they had departed and Hao Ren did not see anyone appearing. He inevitably started doubting Willy's. "You mentioned that this road was dangerous? Why haven't we ran into anyone yet?"
Willy rubbed his hands together as he tighted his sleeves. It was cold now, and the young lad was shivering slightly. "I don't know... They are usually soldiers patrolling this path, or at least merchants going between cities..."
As he walked he looked up, the dim lights across the cityscape looked like flickering fireflies in the dark, making this enclosed place looked like a cave filled with fireflies. The young soldier's brown eyes exudes some sort of uneasiness. "It's getting worse day by day for the last ten years. I myself had ran into countless weird incidents. Perhaps the Eisenstadt and Freistadt patrols are slacking off today?"
"Getting worse day by day?" Hao Ren asked.
As Willy opened his mouth to speak, a weird low hum shook the boy.
The sound came from deep under, and sounded like some sort of massive equipment slowing to a halt. The soundwave revebrated across the land, and while not particularly loud, the entire place suddenly shook. At the same time, Hao Ren felt that he suddenly got lighter as his got a feeling that he was about to float away. Willy's expression turned to panic as he screamed. "Don't move! It's the Rising! The Rising!"
Just as Willy finished, everyone felt their bodies turned light. The sanctuary's artificial gravity had disappeared.
Hao Ren saw a red light ran rapidly from one end of the place to another and was followed by another. It looked like an alarm light and Willy's eyes were locked onto the light, as he counted under his breath. "One... Two... Three... Three meteors. Oh goodness, it seems like it won't last very long... Please stay still, and don't jump!"
The artificial gravity had completely disappeared by now, and yet Hao Ren and the rest was still 'standing'. In reality however, they were already floating, it's just that their soles are still slightly touching the ground. Willy immediately stiffened and did not move, afraid that any movement would cause him to 'rise'. This would not only throw him uncontrollably into the air, and it may even throw him across the land. Hao Ren quickly understood why the young man was so afraid. He tried to soothe the boy's fear. "Don't worry. Don't worry, your warning was in time. No one will be flying. Say, does this happen often?"
"No, it happens once every few months, but it seems like it was much less frequent before I was born." Willy took a deep breath, and he was already by now used to Hao Ren's 'lack of knowledge'. Speaking to someone itself helped him to calm down. "Winter is coming, and the heart of this world is slowly freezing. The land will be powerless to keep us standing on our feet... Nan had told me before. But if we are able to relight the Furnace of the Ancestors, everything will return to normal. Nan told me that too."
Hao Ren gave a casual 'Oh' in reply before looking at the massive pipings and alloy bridges above him. There were lights across their surfance, and they were not there before. It seems like the ark has an automated maintenance system, and it was clear that it was having problems, it was still functioning, if barely.
The artificial gravity had disappeared for almost an hour now, and from time to time Willy clasped his hands together before his chest, silently muttering something that sounded like a prayer to the gods. After the gut-wrenching hour had passed, Hao Ren heard another hum came from underneath, and as it disappeared, he felt heavy again, and he was solidly planted on the ground once more.
Willy's wobbly legs almost failed him and he struggled to stand. Giving Hao Ren a rather awkward smile, he said. "You guys don't seem to be afraid of the 'Rising'."
"As long we don't rise, we won't fall." Hao Ren shrugged.
Willy's expression darkened. "My best friend said that before too, but he ended up dying in the plaza of Wind Valley City on the other corner of the world."
As he looked up towards the titled buildings. "That was a long 'Rising', and lasted a whole day. Poor Borqen, he just accidentally stretched and I saw him suddenly rose into the air, higher and higher... and that time I still did not know how to use the meteors to determine how long the phenomenon will last. I thought it was going to end very quickly, but in the end, he became nothing but a black dot in the sky. His sister was with me that time, poor lass... her brother even crossed the 'World's Axis'. And by the time the Earth Mother had recovered, Borqen had fallen into the other end of the world. It was a few days later that the lord of Wind Valley City sent in back in a box."


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
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'I wish for excitement in my life.' Wilra thoughtlessly said as she held her pen in her hand. Ever since she was little, she had been lethargic and sickly. In order to make a living, she tried submitting a novel at an online competition. It surprised her to see that she managed to get 3rd place in it. From then on, she devoted much of her time in writing out all sorts of fantastical ideas that came out of her head. It gave her a sense of fulfilment. She was now a top up-coming rookie author at a national publishing company.

As for her boredom that she was feeling right now, it was because she was both facing a slump in her writing, and a dying passion for it.

She continued to doodle on her notebook for hours on end, trying to imagine ways of reliving that feeling of fulfillment back then. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it.

A sip of the bitter cup of coffee she made hours ago was something she was used to, however, it was now cold, the warmth she was expecting from it was gone. And so, she decided to just chug it down and make another.

But what happened was that she suddenly felt sleepy despite being an extreme insomniac. She just chose to lay her head down on her desk.

'How nice would it be if there was a fantastical zombie apocalypse or something…' With these final words in her head. She finally dozed off.

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[5 hours ago]

At a different dimension, in a different time-line. A thief was scurrying away while being chased by high-level robots and guards. In an attempt to escape, he hurriedly used his abilities to forcefully open up multiple portals in this protected zone. He finally managed to open up 3 different fist-sized dimensional portals, because this was done so in a space-restricted zone, the portals were distorted and flickering. Knowing that he was going to get caught soon, he hurriedly threw out the crystals he had stolen towards the portals. A few of them managed to get in, while a few dropped on the floor. Due to the unstable portal, the crystals were scattered throughout the different universes and dimensions.

'Bang!' The thief heard a shot behind him. He felt pain in his chest, he looked down and saw a coin-sized hole on where his heart should be. He turned around and looked at the squadron of guards surrounding him. Even though he had this kind of injury, this wasn't enough to kill him.

"HALT!" A deep voice echoed from behind the group of guards. The guards quickly parted to make a path for the man to walk through. For each guard he passed by, they quickly saluted him. It was clear that this man was of high rank.

He finally stopped walking and stood right in front of the thief.

"Where did you send them?" The man's voice was clear and icy.

"Who knows?" The thief chuckled as he replied.

"Do you know what you've done?"

"Yes."

"You've destroyed the balance we've worked so hard to create."

"No, I have done what should have been done a hundred millenniums ago!"

"Mother would be disappointed to hear what you did."

The word 'Mother' sent chills down the thief's spine. He knew what he did was irredeemable and irrevocable. He was prepared to accept punishment.

"Brother…" The man's eyes looked sorrowful as he looked at the thief.

"Our regime needs to come to an end." The thief said without a trace of hesitation in his voice.

The thief continued, "We have lived far too long and restricted far too many, and for what? Honor? Power? Do you know how many innocents I have visited that knew nothing of what is out there? How many of them lived their lives being played like dolls?"

The thief's hands were shaking as he talked. "It's time for our kind to move on."

"This is what happened after you ran away for a millennia? Your ideals have twisted at every side of the coin." The man's voice sounded out in response. "I should've stopped you back then… This is my burden to bear."

The man's voice only shook as he continued, "Altas Warton has violated Section 01-A01, committed the highest degree of treason, and other multiple accounts of crime. I hereby sentence you to permanent death."

A tear dropped down to the ground as the man sentenced his own blood brother to die. "Any last words, brother?"

Altas spoke with conviction, "May we all fall."

Countless beams of light pierced through his body as he fell.

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A small crystal floated through the dystopian dimension, it weaved through the empty and unstable space until it finally reached a small crack. When it finally passed through the opening, the pressure made it shatter into thousands of pieces as it spread across the globe. The biggest piece, which was a fingernail big, happened to fall and phase through the different obstructions and finally drop into a small warm cup of coffee and dissolve.

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[Present]

Wilra finally woke up, feeling refreshed and new for some reason. However, she felt that something was wrong. It smelled like something was burning somewhere. She hurriedly walked around her room to check if anything was on fire. However, thankfully, the problem didn't lie inside.

A scream suddenly sounded out from out the window.

Wilra headed towards the window to check what juicy happenings were going on.  However, when she unlocked and opened her window, she was met with a view that changed the world forever.

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