Gabestar25

Heya, author here

God that feels wierd, I'm usually the consumer.

I want to test ideas. My writing skill is like, FFF trash-tier, but I'm at least trying to impress myself.

I'll be surprised if anyone reads this, honestly.

No consistency. Yeah just don't expect much there.

So it's like a confusing mesh of fantasy elements but basically protagonist meets mentor who tries to make it wuxia, but fused with corporate greed.

Yeah the setting is wierd as hell. Don't expect me to copy everyone else. But don't be surprised when I do.

I also have a side work coming eventually if you like bizarre kinky tg and Chinese cultivation. I've never seen it before, at least.

Sorry for the disappointment. Yeah not sorry bitch.

Barriers of Arcanum

"In that case, we best get to work. You need to advance many realms in order to retrieve the heaven shaping golden fiend soul."


"I'll tell you later. Right now you need to focus on cultivating the scripture I gave you. Come back with the heads of one hundred or so humans."


The stunning statement did not shock Makoto. His heart had been tempered in countless past lives and he gained a sudden surge in strength.


Nagatha had been surprised at Makoto's quick willingness. It seems death had humbled him and he was willing to accept help from his elders. He would use this to reclaim his soul from the edge of oblivian and continue his reign over innumerable worlds.


But first, he had to pass down a decent time to something who would come along; Makoto.


Makoto nestled the gothic grimoire in his hands. After opening it up, ———waaaaah!


"Seriously?" He couldn't help but exclaim.


There were many bushes and shrubs, but no significant foliage was to be found. The ground seemed to be somewhat like a desert, and the air was filled with a smoldering frustration.


He looked around for people. There was nobody.


He looked for water. Instead he found blazing pools and fathomless black tar-like pits.


He didn't dare go by neither. He didn't want to die in this strange place.


After 30 minutes of wandering, he came across a person weeping on the ground.


The other person glanced through their arms but didn't move. After a few seconds, they snarled,


"They are all gone! It doesn't matter who you follow, this world just doesn't care."


He resumed his posture, silent but breathing heavily now.


Chapter 10