Uncle Bryce was in a foul mood, and it was showing—his subordinates were darting around like their boots were on fire. I didn’t escape the fallout either. He gave me a proper telling-off for that phone call. He couldn’t ignore the potential threat, so he sent two of his men—who had other jobs to do—to check on Feron’s girlfriend. The...
2025-10-16 09:00:46 +0000 UTC View PostBetty was stunning—if one were to describe her like a gentleman should: tall, long-legged, slender, dark-haired, with a sweet face and little devils dancing in her brown eyes beneath long lashes. And if we drop the gentlemanly pretence… well, Betty had an arse to die for, and breasts like—well, I don’t have much to compare with, but amon...
2025-10-16 09:00:12 +0000 UTC View PostNight-time visits to relatives were becoming something of a tradition—though not a particularly pleasant one. If I kept running back and forth every evening and morning, when was I supposed to sleep? Drowsiness came in waves, my eyes glued shut, my mouth stretching into one yawn after another. Only the angry growling of an empty stomach kept m...
2025-10-16 08:59:31 +0000 UTC View PostMy good mood vanished the moment I got home. Not because of the long journey—that wasn’t the problem. It was Robert’s funeral preparations. His body had been washed, dressed, and taken to the chapel for the last watch.
What bloody watch?! What body?! He should be alive! Uncle had taken this too far.
I sent my friends to rest an...
2025-10-16 08:58:54 +0000 UTC View PostSimon held himself back—until the guests had left, until I had shut the door—then he grabbed me by the collar.
“Teach me!”
“Teach you what?”
“The lightning ball!”
“How? You sorcerers use a completely different approach. You don’t inscribe spells on paper! Not to mention how long the whole process takes...
2025-10-16 08:56:40 +0000 UTC View PostAfter the initial watch-throughs, I gave myself a break, if you could call it that. On one hand, I wasn’t doing anything, just listening to jazz and staring through the fake window of my room. Beyond the screen lay an evening cityscape. There was a stunning view of a wide river and a majestic bridge, as if seen from the fiftieth floor or so. T...
2025-10-15 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostRecordings of Yellow Pine’s tournaments, like ours, were publicly available. A few betting agencies even streamed them live.
The schools themselves didn’t handle the broadcasts, but they did get a cut from the bookmakers. And that was just our two academies.
The Spirit Temple considered working with bookmakers beneath their digni...
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2025-10-13 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostFor the first time in months, we managed to sit down at a table together, just old friends, reunited. It wasn’t our old cafeteria, of course. Second-periods didn’t eat there anymore. We had access to various cafes and shops now, though none of it came free.
We were sitting in a self-service place, something in the style of Tangerine, j...
2025-10-12 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostWhile Moretti was distracted by Gunther, the guard gave Piper a rough time. Her formation bloomed with impact points under a barrage of chitin needles he fired at her.
And that was with her pulling tight loops on her board, dodging most of the shots, probably seventy percent of those chitin spikes went wide.
At the same time, Piper r...
2025-10-10 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostJake is going to watch some tournaments from the Yellow Pine School.
Does anyone want to create a character? (use proper discord channel)
Keep it short. No personality description needed, just the name, armour, roots, and a brief description of techniques.
Available roots: Blade, Finger, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning.
2025-10-09 12:29:37 +0000 UTC View Post
A typical forest anthill on Earth houses anywhere from a hundred to five hundred thousand insects.
If the Metal Ants on Verdis bred in such numbers, it’s likely there wouldn’t be anything left alive here. The worker castes were the size of pit bulls, and the soldiers were twenty to forty percent larger. But beyond them, there were also...
2025-10-08 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostI couldn’t make sense of it. Bao and Denis had practically become best mates!
I couldn’t wait for an explanation, so I called Bao straight away. He was listed before Denis in my contacts.
He clearly wasn’t eager to pick up, the line rang for a while.
“What the hell is this?!” I asked, not bothering to hide my emotions...
2025-10-07 23:36:00 +0000 UTC View PostThis time, waking up in the pod felt almost too lucid. I knew I was inside it even before I opened my eyes.
And once again — no underwear.
On the one hand, a clear sign the injury had been serious and I’d spent quite some time in recovery. On the other hand, why the hell did they strip them off me? My neck had been injured, not m...
2025-10-06 18:46:16 +0000 UTC View PostThis medic wasn’t open to negotiation. He simply made me lift my left hand, holding the saline bag high. The tube was connected to my right wrist.
He scanned my neck once more and said curtly:
“Off to the infirmary, while the patch on your neck still holds.”
I nodded. I could walk. I could even speak. Though my whole thro...
2025-10-03 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostMy next fight was against yet another Wood cultivator. Wood–Point, to be exact, and frankly, it was starting to get on my nerves.
Where the hell were all these Wood users coming from?
Calisto Aeova was a rather efficient fighter. Well, you have to be to make it to the quarter-finals. And like me, he’d reached that stage without t...
2025-10-01 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostBao spent a week in the capsule. That took some of the shine off the tournament for me, reminded me just how ‘fun’ things could get, so I prepared as well as I possibly could.
I rewatched the fights of potential opponents, stocked up on stimulants, and picked the week when Gunther was competing.
On one hand, Gunther was an unbeat...
2025-09-30 23:36:00 +0000 UTC View PostRight after the tournament, a girl approached Bao and politely asked for a duel.
Bao, still riding the high from dealing with the arrogant Hu Long, responded just as arrogantly, telling her to set the stake at two hundred points and send the challenge.
The girl apologised and said that two hundred was too much for a first duel. She a...
2025-09-28 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe other Sullivan reignited my interest in tournaments.
Clearly it had been too long since anyone had punched me in the gut.
I could have saved time by just asking Dubois or Cinar to stab me a few times.
Or I could have gone for a few duels like Denis and Bao were doing, but that wasn’t nearly as fun.
I’d got the han...
2025-09-26 23:36:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe silence in the room this time wasn’t cosy but taut, like the air before rain.
No crisps. No fizzy drinks.
Marlon and Bao were both dangling from their bunks, staring at our guest. In the chair at the centre of the room, sitting in a relaxed pose, was Zola.
That while Nur sat beside me, closer to the wall. Her shoulder pre...
2025-09-24 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostZola was sitting beside me on my bed, one leg crossed over the other, playing with a can of fizzy drink. She looked utterly relaxed, even cheerful.
Bao was dangling from his bunk, Denis sat on his, and Marlon had claimed the single chair that came with the desk.
For half an hour they’d been dredging up every bit of nonsense that ha...
2025-09-23 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostBehind every great scheme lies a very mundane desire. And when that desire surfaces, everything else seems just as mundane…
The same, perhaps, applies to cultivation. People romanticise it, call it the road to ascension; each stage carries some poetic name: Qi Refining, Foundation, Qi Condensation. But beneath all that poetry lurk plain,...
2025-09-21 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe barracks were overcrowded.
Our bunks, for some bloody reason, had already been handed over to other cadets who’d just arrived on rotation. At the same time, the previous shift hadn’t fully vacated, since many were still involved in cleaning up after the battle.
Bao had been right: the females had reacted rather violently to a...
2025-09-19 23:36:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe cart arrived within a few minutes. During that time, I explained to the guys about the points and interesting stuff.
Bao immediately waved his mace, now wrapped in vines layered beyond any reasonable measure.
“Interesting?” he asked.
“Do you feel anything… unusual in it?”
Bao froze.
“No. The sensatio...
2025-09-17 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe mushroom cloud was growing fast.
“Get down!” I ordered.
Even though the atmosphere was thin, it still was an atmosphere, which meant a shockwave was coming.
I hit the ground first, setting an example for the others.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw thick meteor trails slash across the sky. Three, four…
T...
2025-09-16 23:36:01 +0000 UTC View PostWe switched places with Finella: she climbed onto the stone while I stood back, glancing around with slight regret as the elemental source’s magic ebbed away. My task was complete. Or rather, a complete failure—but that was still a result. My business in the thicket was over, but rushing the others would have been selfish.
I started pa...
2025-09-16 09:10:01 +0000 UTC View PostRobert’s father held himself back. His jaw clenched so tightly his cheekbones turned to stone. Hatred burned in his bloodshot eyes—hatred far more terrifying than that of a starving master vampire.
But he held it back.
He swallowed the rage, guided his wife from the office, and left without a word. Which somehow made it all the m...
2025-09-16 09:09:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe night had been unpleasant, filled with nightmares. Not terrifying—just vile.
Swarming all around me were hordes of dead rats. They weren’t as quick as the chimera that had tried to kill me on my birthday. I could crush them underfoot, gun them down… My bullets never seemed to run out. Neither did the tide of slow, slug-like, yet ...
2025-09-16 09:08:00 +0000 UTC View PostAs soon as I returned to the bench, Logan whispered with a smug grin, "You're not dodging the drinks tonight."
Damn it! There was a tradition—I had to treat everyone. Every regular at the pub and every council member had to raise a glass to my health, whether it was a shot or a pint. I’d attended enough of these gatherings to know the ...
2025-09-16 09:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostAt first, I thought the Council’s summons had something to do with my business in Farnell. And oh, the trouble I’d stirred up there... Not the kind you’d easily share with just any clansman.
I figured it was about money. Not enough profits for the elders? If they wanted me to pressure Harry into lowering prices on ectoplasm and reser...
2025-09-16 09:06:01 +0000 UTC View Post