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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

"Why are you so eager to go die?" Joi asked in an annoyed tone.

"Because dying might be fun," Xasha teased.

Joi pushed Xasha aside, not bothering about him anymore. Xasha regained his balance, then charged back into the fray. His opponents were a horde of giant fifteen to twenty feet tall golem-shaped Spirit Fantasma. Their torsos, where their cores lay, were small as a human head, but their hands and feet were huge.

Those giant hands packed a punch. Xasha had to do his absolute best to avoid getting hit by them. His body was strong, but not that strong. Similar scenes to his replayed all around him, one man vs a horde of stone golems.

These golem-looking Spirit Fantasma were of earth affinity and were the rulers of the Jade plateau. Xasha and Co had arrived here four days prior, and since then, it had been constant battles. So much that Xasha almost regretted coming here.

He thought back to his journey here.

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