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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

"Thank you, thank you, Your Eminence, for this second chance. I refuse to let you down." The king felt a weight the size of two mountains fall from his shoulder. Those words meant that he would live, and his people will live. Regardless of what happened next, his tribe remaining alive was the absolute best result he could have asked for.

"Enough with the groveling," the princess urged in an annoyed tone.

"Yes, Your Eminence, I apologize," the king bowed his head repeatedly in sorrow and gratitude.

"I will even sweeten the pot. After all, I am not a fair and just ruler. Should you succeed, I will reward you with ten admission slots for the young ones of the Caiman Kingdom to attend Walpurgis," she announced excitedly.

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