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The victor is Team Lavenna!
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Fight # 6
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The victor is team Lavenna!
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Not long after the mangled bodies of the fallen gods were found in the Pantheon, which caused an uproar. The witch treated the lives of the gods not much different as she would treat toys and mocked the prestige of the Pantheon by displaying such a grotesque scene there. It earned her a lot of fear and enmity from many gods of all levels in Pantheon.
A great number of them attacked the mansion where she lived but none returned and what was surprising, the mansion didn¡¯t suffer any damage and no mortals were alarmed by so many gods descending.
It was eerie and more and more gods began to fear the witch. They all hated her but chose to do nothing. The braver ones tried to use schemes and threats but they all ended up dead, with the mocking letters left describing their deaths.
After ten months a new letter arrived, this time the contests were different from normal.
¡°I¡¯m bored. It was fun while it lasted but I guess I¡¯ll end it soon. Anyway, it was a let down you had only six high-level gods and no stronger ones. But I guess if there were stronger ones, would pose me some trouble, so maybe it wasn¡¯t that bad. Anyway, I¡¯m done with all of you as I have no time for games. I left a present for you all too.¡±
A few minutes after the letter was unsealed by the fuming Protox, the entire Pantheon went up in flames and then everything exploded, leaving only the high-level gods alive.
The highly-concentrated Divine energy left in the place after the deaths of so many deities was quick to find its new hosts in the six high-level gods, forcing them into slumber to refine it and truly make the energy their own, making them reach higher levels of Divinity.
As they were falling into slumber they were endlessly cursing Lavenna, wishing for her to suffer.
Like this the witch¡¯s game with divinity has come to a temporary close, both parties being too busy accumulating power.
Ch 9 Extra! A Friendly Gift
¡°Lalalalalalalala Lalalala~ Lalalalala Lalalala~¡±
Lavenna was humming a quick tune and dancing, quite literally, in the air. Her jet-black wings were also swaying along with the rhythm and her tiny feet were madly dashing across the air in her mother¡¯s study. The ceiling was very high and there were few obstructions, so she was able to freely circle in the air and around the tall bookshelves and the huge chandelier that hung imposingly in the middle of the study.
Heralfia was also trying to catch up with Lavenna, while dancing and laughing.
When Heralfia was about to catch up with Lavenna, the latter suddenly changed the trajectory and made three full circles around Heralfia, still singing the tune. Then she grabbed onto her mother¡¯s shoulders, though judging by Heralfia¡¯s petite physique, she looked more like the older sister than mother, and both began spinning wildly, raising a small storm that scattered numerous sheets of paper across the study.
When Lavenna let go, both she and Heralfia were flung to opposite sides of the room but prevented themselves from crashing into walls, skillfully controlling their own trajectories.
¡°I thought you called me here because you wanted to make a new artifact today.¡±
Heralfia said after she landed gracefully on the floor.
¡°Um? Yeas, there was also that. I was thinking¡ and I decided that it¡¯s about time to finish up that game we had with the gods.¡±
Lavenna still hasn¡¯t landed. Somehow it seemed that gravity around her stopped working, as she was steadily floating upside down, her hair was moving in different directions in individual locks and her pink dress¡¯ countless ribbons and frills were all swaying back and fro randomly while keeping the overall shape intact. Her wings were folded behind her back properly and staying still.
¡°It¡¯s probably only you who thinks that it¡¯s a game, Lavenna. To me, it¡¯s a life and death battle every time, you know? Anyway, why finish it now?¡±
¡°You have never been in danger though? The artifact I made for you¡ even if you didn¡¯t know how to operate it, it would still be far more than enough to shield you from those small fries¡±, Lavenna explained in a smug tone, ¡°Anyway, back to the topic, I¡¯m reaching the point in my recovery when I can actually start repairing my soul directly, instead of waiting. In fact, it¡¯s better for me to do so to avoid problems in the future, so I can¡¯t really waste my time on that bunch of fools.¡±
Heralfia already came to the conclusion that her daughter actually hunted the gods that came after her for fun and, while Heralfia was no stranger to gore and cruelty, the treatment said gods received caused even her to wince a few times. Still, she didn¡¯t mind it and followed along with Lavenna, as her moral principles ultimately came down to one sentence ¡°If Lavenna is fine with it, so am I¡±.
She still didn¡¯t understand how they were going to stop the gods from aiming after them. From what she has gathered gods will have a natural urge to be wary and have a very bad impression of Lavenna, as her craft affected, in one way or another, their source of life in a negative way.
Running was obviously not an option; the reincarnated witch was far too prideful to hide from beings that were probably comparable to kittens in terms of danger in her eyes.
So came the question
¡°How are we going to deal with the rest of gods?¡±
¡°Why, I¡¯ll blow them all up in one go, of course! I prepared the presents for the people who actually might give me a headache too, so they won¡¯t bother me later.¡±
Heralfia could only tilt her head in confusion and wait for her daughter to explain.
Obviously, Lavenna was waiting for exactly this reaction, as she started speaking with a beaming innocent smile, while her body began to float off to the side
¡°I will modify the Asylum, so it will cause a huge explosion that will only affect a certain area and the ¡°Pantheon¡±, as they call it, will go down in flames with all the gods in it.¡±
¡°I see. But won¡¯t it cause a bigger mess? I mean, no matter how low your opinion of them and their importance is, they still are gods. I¡¯m sure that their deaths will cause some waves to rise. And what about presents and what not? I still don¡¯t get it.¡±This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.
Lavenna bumped into a wall, missing a small oil painting that hung there by a few meters and bounced back. She stayed unaffected by that and continued to speak.
¡°Oh, I¡¯m sure it will affect the world in many ways. I¡¯m sure that there will be a lot of blood spilt and I am more than certain that some nasty things that will threaten the world¡¯s population will appear too. So what? It doesn¡¯t matter to me. With their scale of action, I¡¯m sure it isn¡¯t anything that will cause us any trouble, right? As for the presents, well let me explain a bit about Divinity to you.¡±
Heralfia was taken aback a bit by the cold and uncaring attitude her daughter showed while she explained her reasoning. But then she felt that Lavenna was right. The matters those gods from the Pantheon weren¡¯t very important to the two of them. And gods were the ones who brought it upon themselves by antagonizing her little treasure. Heralfia returned her attention to what Lavenna was talking about.
¡°So, you see, there¡¯re four kinds of gods out there. In my previous life, we called referred to them as Earth Gods, Elder Gods, Ancient Gods and True Gods. So far we have only seen the weakest type: the Earth Gods. They have their own rankings such as low-level gods, mid-level gods and high-level gods and within that realm of power they can master their own powers and rise in levels. There¡¯re many Earth Gods and they have a certain degree of authority over the plane, but the best they can do is some space manipulation. You will likely not find an Earth God that can travel between worlds, so even their space manipulation is only at that level.
¡°Elder Gods differ from Earth Gods on a fundamental level. They are self-aware and know where their powers come from, why they have been created and they have a deeper understanding of their own nature, allowing them to use magic that defies what you call ¡°common sense¡±. They all have their own ways of doing things, so their Divinities are unique to them too. In terms of my previous world, they would be comparable to wizards and sorcerers. I may be able to easily suppress a wizard when I¡¯m in peak condition but right now it would be a bit challenging. Those gods are the ones I¡¯m going to try and make peace with. Well, while I¡¯m at it, I might as well explain all the types of gods there¡¯re. Ancient Gods are existences comparable to me at my peak. They have almost full authority over the laws of their planes and are therefore extremely rare. Most of them don¡¯t have the same type of sentience we have, so interaction with them is quite troublesome.
¡°And True Gods are beings of myth. No one has ever confirmed their existence but there¡¯re a few signs that they are there. The rulers of existence itself, those who lord over ideals and concepts, the only Gods worthy of their titles. Not bound by planes, they control planes and fates of the universe, no the multiverse even. Not even I know what they are like but it¡¯s generally considered to be appropriate to mention them when talking about gods.¡±
¡°And how are you going to appease those Elder Gods?¡±
¡°Simple. Do you know what Earth Gods lack that separates them from Elder Gods? It¡¯s the Divinity they have. There¡¯s that thing that lets Gods control the laws of the plane they¡¯re in, it¡¯s called divine energy. Earth Gods have meagre amounts of it, while Elder Gods have a lot and it¡¯s unique to them too, so assimilating another god¡¯s divine energy is very hard. That¡¯s why I¡¯ll make it so the divine energy won¡¯t dissipate but will be absorbed by the strongest Earth Gods in the Pantheon. They, of course, won¡¯t be able to make that energy truly theirs, but they will become Elder Gods temporarily, so when other Elders find them they¡¯ll see that there¡¯s a bunch of easy-to-pick divine energy which is certainly unnatural. They¡¯ll investigate into it and understand that I¡¯m the one who left it. Obviously, they will see that I left it for others to pick, so they¡¯ll see my intentions!¡±
¡°I think they will want to take advantage of you and it will bring a lot of headaches.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t underestimate them. If just killing a bunch of gods would let them harvest a lot of divine energy all the Earth Gods would be growing on farms. They¡¯ll be wary of me and what I can do to them. Unlike the Earth Gods, they¡¯ll see I¡¯m a lot more powerful than I seem and they won¡¯t be my match. My soul does affect the plane after all. They won¡¯t see it but they¡¯ll feel it. Besides, I¡¯ve already shown that I¡¯m not easily threatened and schemed against as the Earth Gods have shown already. So, they¡¯ll see my present as a kind gesture, like me saying ¡°let¡¯s get along and not cause problems to each other, shall we?¡± Trust me, Earth Gods may be stupid and impulsive and easily controlled by their nature but Elder Gods are existences comparable to witches and wizards in both wisdom and power. None shall be reckless. And if they will, it¡¯s not like I won¡¯t be able to act.¡±
¡°I see.¡±
Only then did Heralfia see that the actions Lavenna has been taking all have a clear purpose. She wouldn¡¯t do unnecessary things, no matter how hard she tries to make it seem otherwise. Lavenna was an ancient existence that has lived through and experienced a lot, so she wouldn¡¯t act recklessly.
Still, there was a small prickling pain in Heralfia¡¯s chest now that she realized that Lavenna didn¡¯t see informing Heralfia of her plans as something necessary.
¡®Perhaps she did it because I would only get in the way? Maybe I would foil her plans?¡¯
Heralfia couldn¡¯t help but have such thoughts. It was obvious that their relationship wasn¡¯t something that could be perfected in some short years, no matter how close they were, but knowing that there was a need to work on it was already a step forward. Such things couldn¡¯t be forced and Lavenna didn¡¯t despise or hate Heralfia, so the relationship between the two wasn¡¯t bad. It just needed more work. The six thousand years Heralfia has lived allowed her to understand this much.
So, the preparations for the plan began.
Ch 10 To Heal a Broken Soul Pt 1
¡°Before I knew it, I ended up in that horrible place. I didn¡¯t notice at first, thought that the transfer made me dizzy, so that¡¯s why it was dark. I just walked ahead and didn¡¯t mind anything much. I found it concerning after my sight didn¡¯t return after half a minute. After two minutes I understood that it was that place that didn¡¯t have any light. I thought to find out what happened and, if possible, return home. So I went ahead, searching for the rest of the group, yelling their names and walking around which, as I later believed, was a very dumb idea.
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It had been a week or so by the time I found the first settlement. Well, it felt like a week, I couldn¡¯t tell. There was no light. It was very dark. And I was alone and lost, it felt my mind was slowly eroding, so when I first found that settlement, I didn¡¯t dare to believe it but I still ran with what feeble strength my body had left. Good thing our race can be fine without any food and water for very long periods of time, else I would not survive that place, not to mention running towards places, imaginary or not.
My hopes shattered when I reached it. The buildings were very sturdy and well-made, it was obvious that the civilization that made them was at least on par with the second plane¡¯s Remm Empire. It was that good. But there weren¡¯t any people. And the settlement was completely in ruin. Sturdy as they were, the buildings had many holes and there was debris everywhere. And bones. A lot of bones.
I didn¡¯t understand what they were at first, it was very dark after all, but there was a mountain that was six times as tall as me and probably ten times as wide right under my nose. And it was made of bones.
I freaked out of course. I screamed like I was being killed. My already dry throat couldn¡¯t take it and I began coughing blood violently. I was going to run away, but my body didn¡¯t have much strength left. For some time I believed that I would too become a bunch of bones in the pile. Somehow, it was comforting.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
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I couldn¡¯t even stand up anymore and the vague silhouettes I could see before now couldn¡¯t be seen by my tired and dried out eyes.
Suddenly, the entire place changed. I swear I heard a lot of scary noises that bore right under my skull and almost killed me. I didn¡¯t think that there could be such disgusting groaning howling noises.
The space around me also distorted and vanished like a dream, somewhat like when spacial transfer tools work, only more unreal. I was in a huge vacuum. And then the ¡°stars¡± came out. There were countless little flickering golden lights. There were moving sporadically and disappearing unexpectedly, it was very beautiful. I tried to concentrate on one and it was very dizzying, it was close to impossible to quantify them: one became two, which became nine, which became a sea, all at the same time, in the same place. And the stars almost destroyed whatever there was left of my sanity, I was too stupid to close my eyes, so my mind went blank.
By the time I came too, I was in the clinic. It seems I appeared in the middle of a town out of nowhere, laughing with a very hoarse voice and they took me away to the institution for the mentally ill.
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Even now, in the middle of the night, I wake up at times and hear the half-howling, half-groaning noises that are out of this world and the lights would begin flickering in front of my eyes.
Whatever I have experienced in that place, it must¡¯ve left a very deep scar on this old soul of mine. That¡¯s why I¡¯m writing this, maybe leaving it on paper will let me forget the experiences of that place¡¡±
-From Wenn Tyqiop¡¯s, a survivor of the Righteous Lands, diary.
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A realm that no one knows how to enter. A realm that no one wants to enter. A barren, dark, dead place.
Many people despise that place for it has destroyed and ruined many, many worlds. There¡¯re also many worlds that worship that place with vigour and devotion. But no one truly knows what that place is and how it came to be.
The Righteous Lands.
Endless miles of ruined landscape, no light and no water and, naturally, absolutely no life. It stretches on and on, in some places, there¡¯re mountains of bones, in others, there¡¯re crumbled cities, and everywhere there¡¯re signs of battle that destroyed all.
The inhabitants have all died, but the realm is still alive. No, something in this realm is still alive and that something is breathing life into the ghost realm.
And that something has awakened due to the influence of a certain Soul High-Witch¡
Ch 10 To Heal a Broken Soul Pt 2
The ancient witch that looked and, in a way, was a six-year-old girl put herself into a comfortable sleeping position. Of course, there was no need to do that, her physical body was beyond sturdy and would be fine even in the centre of a burning star and the feelings would not be transmitted to her where her mind was about to head.
Still, the little witch took her time to get the most comfortable position, just for sake of it.
After she was done she looked up. In her mind, she checked her plans and made sure that everything is where it¡¯s supposed to be and remembered all the preparations she made.
After the destruction of the Pantheon, three Elder Gods have visited the manor where she resided.
Though, unlike the Earth Gods, the Elder Gods were much wiser and didn¡¯t try to stir up trouble, as expected. They even walked in through the front door and waited in the waiting room.
Expecting them to make an appointment, naturally, would be silly, but they did behave courteously and only made sure that Lavenna bore no ill will.
After dealing with them and asking to send the message she wanted to make the entire ordeal with gods ended. For now. Lavenna, for some reason, always hated all things Divine and the kind Elder Gods were no exception. Well, there was only one Elder God that was an exception, the creepy ball of gas that her beloved fairy called ¡°Uncle Jim¡±. He was a hilarious fella and a really good friend, something very rare for Lavenna who had serious trust issues.
As they were, in a way, kin to that guy and because they acted so nice, Lavenna decided to pardon the Elder Gods until they misbehave next time, so, unknowingly they dodged a bullet.
Next was teaching her mother magic. Lavenna didn¡¯t have any time to try and figure out the mess that this world called magic, so the least she could do was teaching the closest person on this planet to her what she believed to be magic.
It will probably take a few centuries until Heralfia will be able to take the first step to proper witchcraft, was what Lavenna concluded, taking the literally limitless potential that Temerians possessed into her calculations.
There were also a lot of small miscellaneous things that she did, but in the end, she was ready to go. A strange combination of anticipation and uncertainty welled up in her chest, but she put those feelings aside and dived deep inside her mind and outside the known physical universe to the place she referred to as ¡°The River of Souls¡±.
When she opened her eyes again, she was greeted with a pitch-black space she was oh-so-familiar with. There were whirlwinds made up of glistening golden stars that danced across the blackness.
None of it was real, of course. For the reasons unknown, the River always would look like this to anybody who had the misfortune to catch a glimpse at it. The luckier ones would take a hit at their sanity, the less lucky ones would lose their sanity altogether and the very unlucky would lose their very soul.
It¡¯s as expected of a place where neither time nor space nor matter was real. A mind, immortal or otherwise, is not supposed to be able to handle such things. Lavenna¡¯s could somehow. Or maybe she was insane to begin with, what was she mused.
She willed for her soul to take place before her mind.
An awfully bright sphere-like thing appeared. It shot out little sparks out of itself in all directions and they flew around it, collided with each other and in the end fell back into the sphere.
It would look beautiful to anybody who wouldn¡¯t lose their mind just being there and Lavenna admitted it was, but her expertise said that it was severely damaged.
Her will made the soul expand and revolve around her, the rich soul essence hit her so hard, she almost went back into her own body.
She steadied herself again and looked around.
There were many cocoon-like structures, woven with fine golden threads that were shining even more intensely than the rest of her already bright soul in the core of it all. There were pulsing with golden lights and expanding and shrinking down as if breathing. Those were core enchantments that Lavenna made. Even when the soul was damaged so thoroughly the enchantments still worked.
They all were connected with thicker threads and all of those threads gradually melted into the rest of the soul.
It was a unique sight, to say the least.
But the most eye-catching thing in there was probably the constantly trembling membrane around all those cocoons. It was thin enough to believe it existed only in two dimensions and the intensity of its light was not that great either. But it was shaking madly and the amplitude of the vibrations was scary. The extent to which the membrane elongated in the process was enough to make multiple of these membranes.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
It was trembling with a very high frequency and sometimes parts of it were overlapping and sometimes they were crossing right through each other.
Lavenna willed for the membrane to shrink, it went right through the cocoons as if it wasn¡¯t there and in the end condensed into a flickering sphere that was, from Lavenna¡¯s relative point of view, small enough to fit into her palm.
The sphere contained her memories. It was very unstable because it wasn¡¯t made with a tested theory behind it and while it wouldn¡¯t break or Lavenna wouldn¡¯t lose her memories there were still other things to worry about.
Like false memories or the ones she wanted to forget or the ones she sealed away.
Such things had to be put in check.
She steadied the sphere and then unfolded it like a ball of yarn. It turned out it was also made with the golden threads, only these ones were incredibly thin.
After all the threads were unveiled she proceeded to weave them together. She already had an understanding of how to operate them properly, as she spent a lot of the time out of the seven years in attempts to improve the method of the memory transfer.
The threads were being skillfully weaved into thicker threads until they were around as thick as the ones connecting the cocoons.
Those threads then were connected to the core enchantments. The web of enchantments was growing and growing to the point that it looked more complex than a spider web.
After she was done with that, she began organizing the rest of the soul.
A lot of it was destroyed completely and many parts were torn apart. Putting it back together was akin to building a palace out of sand grains.
Lavenna didn¡¯t mind. In fact, she was extremely tempted to rebuild it anew with all the knowledge and understanding of the soul she had accumulated right before she reincarnated for the first time.
But, she knew that even though her perception was accelerated by many times, the process of rebuilding it would take too much time. Her adorable blue fairy was never one to be patient and she did promise to destroy the universe if Lavenna didn¡¯t come back soon enough, and besides, Lavenna¡¯s mother was a first-rate worrywart and she was also showing many signs of attachments that bordered on obsession, so¡ Maybe another time.
Lavenna, of course, no matter how good she was at soul magic, couldn¡¯t restore it back manually, so she had to restore the foundation let the rest reassemble on its own with her guidance, of course.
So, she began taking the sparks of gold that were flying around so freely and assemble them into what she needed.
If mixing grans of salt and grains of rice and them separating them with chopsticks was supposed to be a test of patience then using the fragments of one¡¯s soul to rebuild parts of it was a method of mental torture.
In the River Lavenna¡¯s perception was very fast. She spent centuries of subjective time remaking the canvas for enchantments that was her soul, but back in the physical world probably a month or two at most passed.
In the end, there were a few pillars circling around the cocoons, slowly drawing in the dot-like fragments that filled the soul. There were many threads connecting them all into a single structure, of course.
Some pillars had veins bulging out and pulsing as if actual blood was running through them. It meant that so far all was proceeding fine.
Lavenna was about to do the next step but in the corner of her mind she caught something unfamiliar.
Looking at it was many times harder than remembering a fleeting dream but it was no problem to someone as experienced as the ancient witch.
It felt both alien and familiar. And dead. A strange feeling. Lavenna went to inspect it but as she concentrated on it, it came to life and disappeared from both Lavenna¡¯s perception and her memories.
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Right after that happened the dark skies above the Righteous Lands melted and countless golden stars began to fly unreservedly across the lands, erasing the boundary between the real world and the ethereal that was fickle in the first place in the Righteous Lands.
Those stars, that were moving randomly, then froze and began moving in cleared trajectories and in an organized manner, like soldiers on a parade.
They slowly filled the place and began to merge together into a rigid form out of straight lines that looked like a large mosaic.
The structure then faded and in an underground dungeon in a room with many bookshelves, a set of pearl white bones began emitting golden radiance. On the bones, flesh began growing and soon even clothes appeared.
A very pretty woman with pale silver hair and some streaks of violet was sleeping soundly in the place of the bones.
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Meanwhile, Lavenna, unaware of what was happening in that place, continued working on her soul.
There were many transparent gems that were hardly visible. Little fires were weakly shining in them and some torn threads were stretching out of the gems.
Lavenna was extremely careful when dealing with them, more so than with any other parts.
She was slowly spinning unbelievably thin threads together and connecting them to the torn parts.
It didn¡¯t take nearly as long as restoring the foundations for some parts out of fragments but it required a lot more patience and concentration and effort. Even Lavenna felt like crying in frustration.
But she painstakingly continued with the task and in the end, the gem¡¯s fires were shining brightly with many colors across all places inside the soul.
The new threads were stretching into nothingness and it was impossible to detect where they ended.
At last, Lavenna was able to use arcane energies again and convert them into mana.
If Lavenna at her peak was a tall mountain, piercing the skies and looming over the world from above, now she was a moderately sized mountain that was slowly growing.
Her soul had countless sections with their own unique functions and most of them were destroyed when she compressed her soul.
She restored the essential parts and under her supervision in the next decade or so most of the destroyed parts should be restored and then close to eighty years was needed to stabilize her soul and make it more durable so that she wouldn¡¯t get stuck on her level forever.
The amount of work behind it all was scary, but Lavenna was looking forward to it. But now it was time to go back to the physical world.
Announcement. Hiatus? Rewrite?
Recently I haven''t really had any time to write this story at all and I was only able to maybe somehow squeeze out a line or two in passing which eventually turned into both short and long chapters (well, parts of chapters but who cares). This was both an inconvenience for me as well as an opportunity as I was able to step back and properly look through whatever there was I have written already. And I was not satisfied with the results.
In the summary of the story, I wrote that I just wanted to get these ideas off my head, so that was the reason for its existence. Well, I had plans and a basic outline of the plot and characters whatnot, but so far... this story is bad. Like really bad. Like, by the time I went through a few chapters I had tears in my eyes out of embarrassment. That bad.
And those ideas I wanted to realise? Well, I can fit them in into the frame of the story but they will feel dry and I don''t want that. I wouldn''t bother posting this story if I wanted to just dump them here.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
And it''s not like I don''t care for the quality either, I think I should''ve done a better job on many things. So, I think I''ll do a rewrite sometime soon. Or not. I''ll first take my time to develop the characters, make the plot outline clearer, develop the world, universe, multiverse, history and everything in between what I wanted to write about with proper care before letting it see the light of day.
It may take a while. I may even drop the whole thing somewhere along the line but if I will it probably means I would do the same to the story as it is.
So, to those people who liked the story as it was now, and I like to think that there were such individuals, sorry, I hope you won''t be too angry with this decision.
Well, that''s all I wanted to say. Have a good day.
-F-Rank
Another announcement. About the rewrite
I didn''t plan to write anything about it originally as I didn''t really want to say anything until I was certain. I don''t think it''s necessary but I think it''s appropriate to say it now. Hope it''s not annoying or anything... Don''t want to waste your time, ppl, so I''ll right the not-so-necessary stuff in a spoiler
Spoiler: Spoiler
Well, I was at first writing the prologue and the first chapters and I was planning to go back to releasing the story again this summer but I had a bit of a writing block so I began to rethink the story and then I didn''t have much time, as uni made my life a bit more exciting than my schedule allowed it to be, so... this and that happened and I came back to writing the story again recently and somehow ideas began popping in my head at a frightening pace and I ended up liking them and thinking that it would be great to put it in the story and... I decided to just scrape the old original scenario and rebuild it. Well, the part I wrote and posted up till now didn''t have any heavy revisions but later down the line I ended up creating a lot of things I didn''t expect to, so the story won''t be drastically different to the point that it''s unfamiliar to those who have read the original version. Anyway,
I think you shouldn''t expect this story to come back until the end of the year or even later, so I think...Stolen story; please report.
Just needed to write this announcement to give the heads up to those who wait for it if there are such people left still.