Chaos Universe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'm coming. #30

This girl is made for running. Trevor: And we will make her run like hell. DIANA: Where to, Captain? Trevor: World 8 The ship completes its jump. The Chernov finds itself in E-M L4 of World 8. Trevor: According to Bob this world is always at war. DIANA: Yes sir Trevor: Why? DIANA: Two superpowers who don't want to stop fighting. Trevor: I get it now. There should be some groups who want to oppose this right?

"As a management tool." "To keep carriers below the threshold where the Thrones would act," Elder Qian says quietly. "If the Thrones erase carriers who reach Heavenly Lord rank — then a System that suppresses development to a controlled growth rate, that guides carriers along a path that never quite reaches threatening — keeps them alive." "While suppressing what they actually are," I say. "Yes." I sit back. The Infinite Chaos System. The missions. The rewards. The cultivation advancement that the System provides — always less than what I'd achieve independently, always controlled, always guided.

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

Cora asked, still staring at the screen. Wakely turned away from the screen and faced Cora completely. “I’m to believe that a bunch of recently deceased people are coming back as zombies, and they don’t give a reason why. I want the back story dammit. I want to know if someone fucked up at a lab and accidentally spilled some sort of chemical that raised them. “That I could believe. But just having the dead rise…it’s not believable. I want the damn backstory. Not just randomness.” Wakley huffed and turned back to the screen.

Albian stood, crossed his hands over his stomach and told what he could. “Yes. We were sought out and told a great many things about you and what was to come. I was given a choice in the matter. I chose to help you. He found us hidden away in a cave, we were on the run...” The ground beneath them began to shake and the drumming of hooves echoed closer. Evrah looked around and saw a small group of unicorns, running full speed toward them. The atmosphere had changed. Fear had now taken hold in the expanse of space they occupied. It was the first time since she arrived, she felt herself. It was both comforting and terrifying.

But that seemed like an impossible dream these past few days. Perhaps the nightmares were a sign from the universe, a warning that the cycle of revenge I had started would soon come to a head. I had spent the last eight years plotting and planning my retribution against Dalisay and her mother, the people who had caused the accident that had almost ended my life.

to go into an eternal rest, at least until something else that jogs its old bones comes along. And on this certain day, something did happen. The wheel of fate trembled, this seemingly little act made a resounding deep chilling whistle throughout all beings that have tasted the power of the cosmic and divine! For the wheel signifies the fate of an entire era, and any deviation or out-of-place movement only means one thing: Cosmic strings have been cut, and the old ways have been revived! The platform has been set! The veil has been shattered! The fight for the heavenly throne is underway. After 300 hundred chaos cycles, the heavenly laws are finally back to raise the platform of blood and sa

"Yeah, anyway, on the planet where I was raised, there was this particular legend, that when the universal empire of the originals fell and they were wiped from the cosmos, they had a secret plan to bring themselves back, they left these heirs among the lower races, granting them the power to command origins." "Okay," Nya nodded. So there were also legends about the Regis? "Well, there’s strong evidence that these 'heirs' actually exist, and that they possess capabilities beyond adepts and phantasms," Terror explained, “and a whole cabal of them control Hyperion from the shadows,” "Are you getting to anything resembling point soon?" Nya asked impatiently "Suppose you were a handsome, dashing