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

Seeing Ron's gaping maw directed right at him, Bryan felt a slight shiver run down his spine. The next moment, he clenched his fists while still in his fighting stance, and grinned. "Interesting, come—"


However, before he could finish his sentence, his pupils dilated as he saw Ron suddenly appear right before him and deliver a punch to his face. The attack speed was so fast that he didn't even have the time to block or dodge.


In literally the blink of an eye, Ron had pummeled Bryan with a fist to the face. The latter was swept off his feet and he flew black as if he'd been launched from a cannon. He crossed the entirety of the cemetery and flew straight for the forest behind.


Only after smashing through a couple of thick tree trunks, did he slow down and finally land on the ground. With great struggle, he got up to his feet and massaged his temple. He muttered in disbelief, "Fuck! I almost passed out there."


I Lied