Emily Harris
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Edgar floated in nothingness, suspended before a massive sapphire sphere. His eyes watered. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The sphere was colored light blue, with little stars glistening inside. It was made of a material like starry silk. Its outer layers flowed around the sphere, while the inner ones stayed still. Clouds of colors floated inside, occasionally merging with each other or splitting to create new combinations. It was magical. Edgar tried to draw a deep breath, only to…-
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Jack’s eyes traveled from the tip of the long sword, down its length, to its handle, and up to the sharp brown eyes that hid under dark hair. A tattered cloak drifted behind this man, its edge almost touching the floor, and his brows were raised in amusement. “Jack Rust,” he said. “What a coincidence.” Jack jumped back and clenched his fists. He instantly entered battle mode. His eyes narrowed as they took in Longsword’s form, as well as Bocor, the minotaur, whose gaze burned with…
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Nauja stumbled into a wall. Still reeling from the aftereffects of teleportation, she leaned on it and looked around. Deep inside, she was excited. It was finally time to explore alone. To venture on her own power. To prove she was worthy. A primal urge rose inside her, the urge to— “Oh, hey. Fancy seeing you here.” Nauja’s excitement deflated. “What?” Gan Salin asked again, standing behind her. “Are you not happy to see me?” “Do you want the honest answer?” “No. The good…
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The labyrinth contained a whole lot of nothing. Torch-lit corridors as far as the eye could see. Turns after turns after twists and bends. Dead ends. Brown stone in all directions. Forks and intersections every two minutes. It was driving Jack mad. Even his newest title didn’t help. However, what drove him even madder than the labyrinth itself was worry. The labyrinth wasn’t supposed to split the two of them. They were bound spiritually. Even teleportation worked on both at the same time. So…
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The super horde washed over this side of Space Ring, causing widespread confusion and casualties. Several cultivators were overrun. A few more were swept up by the space monsters but managed to make it out alive. Most were in bubbles when the horde came, or found one in time. Even the Lords mobilized, exerting their fearsome powers to rescue themselves, their teammates, or some of their many followers. In the end, the horde broke against the far wall, sending disproportionately strong space monsters…
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Jack didn’t respond right away. He savored the words. “Invite me into Black Hole Church?” “Yes,” the Sage replied. “You already know I’m part of it—though I hope you’ve kept this information safe. Dorman is one of us, too, as are many people across the galaxy. And we want you.” To the side, Dorman nodded. “Isn’t the Black Hole Church a terrorist organization?” Jack asked, crossing his arms. “That’s what the Hand of God says. In truth, we are the good side here.” “How…
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Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. Here, hovering in the middle of a super horde in Trial Planet’s Space Ring, was the Sage. What the hell? The Sage looked almost exactly as Jack remembered him. Tattered clothes, dirty hair, and an equally dirty brown backpack on his shoulders. However, there was something more this time. A feeling Jack couldn’t put into words, like their two souls were faintly resonating. He had never sensed something like this before. It was highly peculiar. Judging by the…
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Space monsters were unique creatures. They were formed by Dao that stuck together, the fundamental properties of the universe given shape and form. When that happened, sentience was developed, but most monsters only remained at the E-Grade, their infancy. As a result, they were driven by two primary instincts: progress, and survival. Progress came from devouring other creatures that cultivated the Dao—usually cultivators, or sometimes compatible space monsters. Survival was more complex, and being…
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Jack lounged on a rock when Gan Salin woke up. He coughed, then shakily raised his upper body. “What happened?” he asked. “Space monsters,” Jack replied, “but we pulled through. Are you okay?” Salin’s eyes were piercing. “Did you save me?” “It was nothing.” “He fought off an Elite monster while carrying you and Brock,” Nauja said, stepping into the courtyard. “Hardly nothing.” “I appreciate that,” Gan Salin said. He seemed confused. Perplexed even, like he expected…
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When the world settled, Brock found himself in a long and narrow underground chamber. Or, at least, it looked underground. There were no windows. He might as well be in a large stone box illuminated by a series of torches on the walls. Said walls were covered in moss, like the outside ones, but the room’s main point was the floor. Brock stood on a narrow ledge against one wall. A second ledge was against the far wall, with a closed door in its midst—the only door in the room. Between the two ledges,…
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