Chaotic Era 소설 & 이야기

So, he intended to use the cultivation breakthroughs of several autistic patients further to enhance the fortune of Decaying Peaks' dragon vein, helping him resist any possible heavenly punishment. Chad knew the plan was risky, but with the upcoming new era, personal strength would be the greatest reliance. Each major era shift overturned the previous one, leading to a redistribution of interests, inevitably sparking wars—whether battles or commercial fights—in which many people would perish. Imperious was right; every new era would bring desperate resistance from vested interests of the old era. The entire process would cause significant pain for both sides no matter how it unfolded until a

He smiled and said, “Once we enter the era, we are not souls. We have a form. Though we are much more powerful we can be taken down. The healers help us to stay alive till the motive of us being there is fulfilled. We enter the past or future to ensure that no soul has been wronged. We can’t save the humans but we can save the souls.” “But past cannot be altered or toyed with. Then how can you change it?”, I asked again. “Do you used to watch the stars at night?”, he asked. I nodded. “Do you know that when you look at the stars you are actually looking at the different eras that have passed? But the stories and life on these stars are still going on and we need to manage it properly. We don’

“During the past, The Ethereal Land could be divided up into four eras — Ancient Draconic era, Prehistoric era, Dynastic era, and Old Kingdom era. Old Kingdom era was the current era the fighters were living in. The Ancient Draconic era was once upon a time an era that boomed prosperity but was cut short by an unexpected event.

Francis’s eyebrows creased as he busied himself working with his laptop. After the night of terror, he had been working non-stop to submit reports and worse, CHAOS I was activated. It was a legendary device that caused a great deal of controversy six years ago. Its logarithm was challenging to understand as it was one of the inventions of the great Alexandrei, and these inventions couldn’t be solved in one snap. Usually, it would take an absolute genius and someone hard working to crack his logarithm.

Chapter 35: The First Colony of Friction Year Four: The Diaspora of the Dissonant The fourth year of the Paradox was defined by a single, terrifying, and exhilarating word: Expansion. The "Permitted Era" had provided the technology, and the "Fourteenth Frequency" had provided the psychological stability, but it was the restless human spirit that demanded the cradle be left behind. The Earth, once a battlefield of corporate greed, was now a garden of sapphire light, but for the descendants of the Vances and Vanderwalls, a garden was just another type of enclosure.

Even dormant, origins were incredibly powerful and dangerous, the only ones who could activate and fully control origins were the individuals known as Regis. There were currently a dozen or so known Regis in Hyperion, and each Regis possessed an entity known as an echo, a virtual consciousness that existed within their crests, that allowed them to interact with origins. Not much is known about the original –the mysterious beings who made the origins— but it was understood that their entire civilization was completely wiped from the memory of the universe, with the exception of the origins. Most of the known origins that have been identified were discovered within ancient ruins and world lost

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

He chuckled against my neck and I pulled back with a frown. "Stop talking like that." I slapped his arm lightly and he held my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers softly. "Uhh...we can still do it, right? Even if you are?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face and I decided to tease him a bit. "Actually, no. The early stages of pregnancy are crucial and the doctor mostly advises not to engage in any sexual activities because we may hurt the baby," I explained without a beat and he just stared at me for a good thirty seconds before letting out a huge sigh.

I walked in on my dad and many uncles and aunts arguing heatedly and I didn’t need anyone telling me it was about Chaos. Half of them want the pack and all its inhabitants eradicated irrespective of their gender or age as a sign of retribution whiles the other half want to stick to the plan made originally by Chaos before she died. Even though that plan now has loopholes as certain revelations came to light on the day of her death but it is been kept under wraps until further notice. Stepping into their midst, I cleared my throat to get their attention. When I had secured it, I dug straight into relaying the information I had just gathered.

​We spent the first hour in a state of suspended shock, the kind of silence that only comes when the world you knew has been erased and replaced by something impossibly vibrant. According to Aris’s calculations, based on the celestial positions of the visible planets and the terrifyingly rapid reverse-spin of her mechanical chronometer, we weren't just in a different place. We were roughly one thousand years in the past. We were standing in the era of the First Sovereign—the golden age of the Legends that had been whispered around subway fires for generations.