Mary Jones
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Defying the heavens, violating balance, and the concept of infinite perfection. Some claimed that the heavens, infinite in their wisdom, created harmony above and beyond one, several, many, and all. What was an individual to a society? What was a society to a civilization? What was a civilization to the myriad species of the realms above and below? What was life to all that was unliving? And finally, what could all that was matter to all that wasn’t? Defying the heavens—an act of sacrilege,…-
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The average strength of someone on a step on the path wasn’t a particularly valuable statistic. It could be compared to the average number of testicles people had. Yes, statistically speaking, people, on average, had one testicle. In reality, and in the overwhelming majority of cases, it was either none or two. That was kind of how the average strength of a step worked. True, one would know the answer if one took all the people on a step, measured their physical strength, and found the mean. It was a…
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A demon slithered around the surface, sniffing out any potential prey. Its wriggly tentacles squirmed and grasped branches of obsidian, and it pulled itself through the shadowy forest of black. "Yo, dude, watch this!" Something spoke. It turned around, spotting the tiny, pink-haired child, a creature that smelled of wonderfully tasty flesh. However, it paused as it felt the unusual object in the small being’s hands. It swung the object and— *** "Huh…? Where did it go?" Neave glanced around,…
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The children had a stick to defend themselves and some grub to feed on, and Neave nodded in satisfaction. He was back in the room beside Sassy Shrub— Honestly speaking, not even he could really treat that weapon so carelessly. But they needed to see that. It would be a while before they really set themselves free, he knew, but he owed them some help. Accidentally dying from misusing that thing was a genuine threat, but hey! His father was highly experienced. There was no way he would accidentally…
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Neave sat in the middle of the room, eyeing his allies. They had just explained what they had been doing, and he couldn’t believe it. "You… So you have basically been Marven looked up, "Neave, that isn’t—" "Shut the fuck up, geezer, I’m the one talking now!” He declared with an accusatory finger pointing at his father. “I respect that you at least tried building a wall, but…" Neave turned to Dukea. "Dude, you have an earth manipulation spirit power. Why didn’t you use that?" The boy…
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Marven stared at the cave opening, gripping the brittle branch, unsure whether it would even serve the purpose of a weapon. However, the qi of a platinum path cultivator was not to be underestimated. As long as he supplied it with energy, he could pull every shred of potential out of the branch. Judging by what little he knew of the demons, he feared it wouldn’t be enough. Without his spirit powers, especially without Marven noticed the others picking up branches, likely intending to fight. "Don’t…
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Within a shimmering, nigh-impenetrable barrier, the Great God sat in his mortal disguise, biting his nails, eyes bloodshot and leg bouncing nervously. "How!?" He yelled, but there was no higher existence to answer his question. Astrador had sacrificed his arms to restrict access to this realm, yet that brat was here anyway, dragging several people with him. So how? He turned, glancing down the mouth of the cave behind him. Faint whispers reached his ear, and his teeth gritted harder in response. It…
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Marven and Dukean stared, frozen, at the absurd sight before them. Hunter groaned and whimpered, kicking himself away from Harel, who still gripped the bloody branch like a dagger. Once the old cultivator regained himself, he walked forward, concealing a sigh and ensuring he stayed silent lest he said something he would regret. Harel dropped the sharp branch and stepped back, hyperventilating. "I’m… I’m so sorry,” she apologized, “I didn’t mean to do it. I’m… I’m sorry, Hunter. Oh…
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How could he have been so inconsiderate? Neave was angry at himself for his thoughtlessness. Why of course, he was comfortable here, but his allies were strangers to such a place. Of course. How silly of him. His allies had come all the way to this nightmare realm. They had been allowed into his world. Nay, they had Of course! It was only correct he showed them the utmost hospitality and welcome. With great effort and much help from his best buddy, Glass Shrub, whom he hadn’t named yet, he…
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The moon above the realm hung silent, trailing its eternal orbit unabated. In the coldest, deepest, darkest corner of this celestial body, three archdemons sat in a circle. Among them, the one donning robes of void, Shadow of Death, sharply inhaled. The other two instantly perked up. Such a violent reaction from the one named the Silent One meant catastrophe. Shadow of Destruction spoke in a cheap imitation of a man’s voice and asked, "What happened?" Shadow of Death responded in a distressed…
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