Christopher Martin
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The crimson eyes of the thief gleamed with a hatred so old that it became incomprehensible. More than Louis's blood on Mirscella's dagger, it was that gaze that unsettled Priam. The Tier 3 necro he had just faced possessed the same. With his mental attributes enhancing his thinking speed, Priam needed only a fraction of a second to make a decision. How and why were questions he couldn't afford to ponder. Mobilizing his Mist Concept, Priam summoned a dense wave of mist to separate Mirscella and Louis. The…
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A cold light illuminated the hundred-meter-sided cube. The metallic floor held rows of various machines obeying strict algorithms. Arnold NetSky, the owner of this internal world, adamantly refused to let an AI oversee the factory. His consciousness embedded in a surveillance unit, the Var Elegis protocols monitored robots coming from a stabilized rift. This portal was connected to a pocket realm which was excavated by his machines. The tons of collected earth were transported to large tanks, each filled…
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In the void that cradled his soul before each resurrection, Priam grimaced. He had felt it wither as his body exploded. "I wonder if I can fix this," Priam's soul murmured before assessing his gains. Ten seconds after his body exploded, Priam's soul possessed a new physical vessel. He had hesitated to resurrect so quickly. If a healthy necro legionnaire awaited him, Priam would have to flee for his life. On the other hand, if his draconic nova had injured his opponent, he might have the chance to…
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"Yes!" Responding to Priam's will, the chain oppressing the egg shattered. The Concept hibernating inside must have eagerly awaited this moment as the shell began to glow. The chrysalis quivered like a Pokéball before exploding. A torrent of flames engulfed Priam's soul space. Full of fury, they crashed against his soul and Sumstreh’s divine mark. Fearful that the Concept might destroy the tampered structure, thus alerting the Fallen, Priam attempted to tame it—without success. He sighed with…
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Priam grimaced as the rays of the Necromoon touched his skin. Leaving behind the protection of Log-a-rhythm, he was swiftly flying away. The event’s rewards were tempting, but Priam refused to jeopardize his loved ones. Zooming through the skies, Priam replaced his mist cloak with flames and activated his scales. Their protection cost him no aether and partially blocked the crimson light of the malevolent star. The relief made him sigh with contentment. Priam's willpower and constitution were too high…
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A seismic jolt rattled the aether galaxy. In his luminous wisp form, Priam marveled as the foundations of the universe trembled after the baptism's end, integrating a new nuance into the laws of the Universe. A new race had emerged. As the quake's intensity waned, Priam's consciousness felt the pull of reality. His awareness was plucked from the pure and infinite world of aether to return to the safety of his soul. Micro, Domain, and his Concepts reconnected, allowing Priam to regain his senses. The…
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Gabrielle stared at the Necromoon, a scowl etched across her face. The bloody orb had replaced the stars she once cherished. Now, the perpetual twilight unsettled the tribesmen's circadian rhythms. Despite their vitality, many clan members were worn out. The constant battles also induced mental fatigue, escalating the number of casualties. Gabrielle's stomach twisted at the memory of the torrents of blood she had witnessed throughout the day. Every shadow now seemed to conceal a corrupted being, lurking…
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"Did you really lose to that?" The skull remained silent as Priam ascended into the sky. He had hesitated about finishing his opponent, but this one was a native. A victory would strengthen his bloodline and increase the compatibility between Priam and his heart. However, Vyphers possessed a draconic bloodline, marking him as an elite of his tribe. He was too weak to have earned that distinction. There was only one explanation: he was someone powerful's son. Therefore, killing him for immediate gain…
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"You must be Osiris," said Priam, materializing with a smile. Empty-handed, his charisma activated, and draped in a cloak of mist, he aimed to appear as friendly as possible. After all, he needed Osiris' help, and threats wouldn't aid his cause. Despite his apparent lack of weaponry, an enemy would be mistaken to believe Priam was defenseless. An invisible mist enveloped the room, ready to unleash Promesse. In the center of the room, the innocent campfire had a burning desire to help the Fire Sage. The…
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"Hey, kid, finally decided to sell me your other films?" "Hasn't anyone sold them to another Guardian yet? I suppose humans with "Some have already sold ideas, scripts, and even dialogues," sighed the Guardian. "But I'm a cinephile; I need to see the director's creative hand and the actor's genius." "You're a dwarf of culture. However, luxury comes at a price," Priam winked. The Guardian burst into laughter. "Make me an offer." "One gold coin for my entire collection. A good deal," Priam smiled,…
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