Sophia Johnson
Stories
9
Chapters
6,067
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3.7 M
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Reading
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The gentle breeze caressed him as he sauntered forward. The air felt fresh and refreshing. The ground was filled with lush green and Lucas was greeted by the panoramic view of the rising sun, filling his heart with vigour and excitement about what this world had for him in store. He could sense liveliness and richness all around him. He did not know whether this was due to the mana or the absence of pollution. Everything in the world was made of mana and unlike on earth where living creatures…
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DRIP!DRIP!DRIP! Rainwater splashed over the tent sogging the soil around the tent. Fortunately, the tent was waterproof otherwise he needed to look for a hideout at night. It was not easy for him to accept the reality that was thrown at him suddenly. Dying and transmigrating…. The topic which serves as a source of entertainment yesterday became real for him out of nowhere. His heart, which was a mess, didn't let him sleep. His eyes were a bit red and puffed. Inside the tent faint murmurs of…
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A notebook was flipped and an old man with dark bluish eyes locked onto four thick books which he had written throughout his whole life. Each notebook contained vivid descriptions of historical records of the phases which the world had gone through since its creation. Book one, The Era Of Creation. It was said that a limitless space filled with nothingness went on for an unknown period. No one knows how a speck of light was born in the vast space of endless void that took the shape of an existence…
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Haaaa... 'My head hurts so much.' 'My throat feels dry and my body feels hot. Pitch darkness enveloped him from all around. A murky and dark world filled with murmurs was instantly shattered. The eyes of the sleepy Roy opened up as he felt an abnormal throbbing pain in his head as if he had been bashed in his head with a club repeatedly. In his stupor, he tried to move his head but he was unable to look around as if he had lost the power to move his head and limbs. His eyes were hazy and…
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A sigh escaped from his lips as he walked through the empty lane with a heavy heart. His arms holding the small package unknowingly felt heavy for some reason. Various emotions flashed in his eyes as he looked at it. He knew that his father might have been expecting to see a joyful expression on his face as soon as he gave him the package, however, he was too stressed at the moment to react. "My dull reactions must have hurt him. I should have at least pretended to be happy." Sigh... "I should…
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Ring..... Ring... The sound of the alarm ringing again and again frustrated him. "Shut the hell up," He spoke in a half-asleep state and hit the button of the alarm with a bang, turning it off. After waking up from the horrible nightmare, it was only after the sun rose did he fall asleep. All sorts of distorted scenes dyeing his vision with blood appeared in his eyes which disturbed him greatly. The nightmare messed up his mind to the point that it took him a while to calm himself down. Taking a…
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Strange… It was a strange place.... Rather than calling it a place, it was better to call it a graveyard as it looked like a land used for the disposal of bloody corpses. Plains and meadows were drenched in blood. Ravens ploughed through the decaying lands gnawing their beaks upon the corpses covering the landmass. Shipwrecks and dead bodies floated all across the oceans dying in red. The white flakes of snow that one was familiar with had overlapped with the colour of blood forming a cemetery of…
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