PandaDumpling

With the advent of steam power, mankind has advanced and ushered in the industrial revolution. This is the age of steam locomotives, automatons, guns, and cannons, as well as curses, magic, artifacts, and the occult.

Hidden in the shadows are a group of extraordinary people who wield enormous power and strange abilities that normal people cannot even begin to comprehend. They are known as Transcendents!

Bryan, a wily thief with a penchant for mischief, lost his parents at a very young age and was forced to live on the streets. That is until his whole life turned around when he was shown the Path to becoming a Transcendent. 

The Theft Path specializes in deceit and illusions. It can steal everything under the heavens. Even the powers, thoughts, and lives of others.

Follow Bryan on his journey through this dangerous and treacherous world as he steals from gods and robs the mortals. 

This is the story of The Deceitful One.

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My novel has a steampunk world setting, so expect a lot of steam-powered technology as well as retro-looking futuristic inventions. Furthermore, there will be churches, secret organizations, and cults. So if you're a fan of LotM—which I have taken inspiration from btw—you will definitely like my novel. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a novel so you might find some mistakes here and there. Just know that I'm constantly trying to improve. Cheers!

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The Deceitful One

Bryan was enclosed within the block of ice along with the God-Level artifact still firmly in his grasp. Victor stared at him for a long time, his thoughts a mystery. 


He then noticed Robert walking toward the heavily injured young man that he bought with him.


Robert crouched down beside Andrew and gently lifted his head. He then took out a healing potion and fed it to him, "Yes, Mr. Smith. Andrew is a member of the Strike Team."


Victor nodded, "I see. Who else here amongst the dead on the battlefield belonged to your Strike Team."


After feeding Andrew the potion and making sure his wounds had begun to heal, Robert got back to his feet and looked toward the direction of Emma and Henry, and spoke softly, "Just two more…"


Victor followed Robert's gaze and saw the two headless corpses of Emma and Henry. His mood couldn't help but turn downcast. After all, he knew exactly how it felt to lose one's teammates.


Blame