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To protect my family, I became a Devil.
To protect my people, I became a God.

In Semeria, the war for cultivation resources is as old as time and as constant as the rising and of the sun. Even in the Abandoned Region, where the energy was so poor and polluted that one wouldn’t send their worst enemy there, had endless conflicts for resources. Humans had been living in this nightmare made a reality, fighting over what anyone else on the continent would consider crumbs for millions of years.

Enter Xasha, husband, father, patriarch, Genius, artificer, creationist, and leader of the Falling Stardust Trading Company, who learns the truth of the world from three remnant souls he met on a journey. Having learned they had been living like frogs in a well. Humanity reluctantly united under Xasha’s rule and sets off. Determined to rise from their standing and one day ruling the entire continent.

Xasha soon realizes their strength, even combined, was the weakest on the continent. To become stronger, they needed better resources. But all the lands had landlords and all the resources had owners. He could not turn back, they could not give up. He had a person to elevate, a family to care for, and a daughter who had a powerful and mysterious entity eyeing her from afar, to protect.

In order to achieve any of his goals, any of humanity's goals. Those landlords had to die, their people had to be pillaged, and their lands had to be plundered. He inadvertently fell into the cycle. According to the Laws of cultivation.

Law of Cultivation:
To cultivate: acquire and retain resources.
To acquire resources: plunder and pillage.
To retain resources: Leave none Alive.

Falling Stardust

When Xasha heard the news, his chin fell to the ground. His mouth hung open for so long that it seemed it would never close again. He felt weak in the knees and staggeringly fell back into his seat. His face was one of someone who had just heard their entire family had died in a fire. What he felt wasn't anger or sadness, only unadulterated flabbergast.

This had to be the sickest joke he had ever heard in his entire life. If it wasn't a stoned face Choir reporting it to him, he'd have beaten the person to death for spreading malicious lies. Nevertheless, he still didn't believe it. His tower Lili? An angel on earth? The personification of innocence?

Megan's reaction wasn't as dramatic as Xasha's she simply broke down crying. Choir felt his heart break as he watched the pillars of Estia crumble like a sandcastle. No doubt feeling like absolute failures as parents. She bawled and wailed like she heard her daughter had died.

I'm sorry