Chaotic Overworld Novels & Stories

She has been the reason I haven’t ended this world time and time again. This being had gone through a good bit. Many of my children seem to care about this human. I’m not sure why. Too many souls in one small being. I know what Chaos wants. He’s a twisted abomination at this point. He wasn’t always like that. He was my prized child that created this world. I have other children that have created other worlds. That’s why they are called primordials. They gave birth to the mothers and fathers of the creation of those worlds. The creations are always known as the Titans. The Titans are what the inhabitants normally refer to as gods. Anyway, I’m getting off track.

Shawn called once the helicopter was in the air, but not yet at maximum altitude. Meanwhile, Caramel was suddenly attacked by a sense of panic. Her body stiffened for a moment. Because this is the first time she's been on a helicopter. Until for a moment her mouth was locked tightly. Even so, curiosity made Caramel glance down a little. There, the skyscrapers seem to shrink in size, and look shiny. The beauty of the night sky stretches widely, thus forming an extraordinary panorama. Unknowingly, Caramel bit her lip, she was amazed by what she saw.

Angel was at his side now, her blue eyes glistening like diamonds in the morning sun. “No Madchen, we have nothing in common with those hairy beasts, we are more along the lines…” Before he could finish, an odd sound filled the air. The sound of swooshing, loud beating wings. At least that’s what Madchen thought she heard, if her ears could be trusted. “Oh shit,” Nick quipped, looking very much like he had been caught in the act of something... Above her, the sound grew closer, and a dark shadow covered the sky above everyone’s heads.

The Aethel-Haven was a world caught in a Mid-Process Render. After the collapse of the obsidian monolith, the reality of the sanctuary had stabilized into a state of Somber Reconstruction. The gray, voxelated grass was slowly regaining its lavender hue, but the scars of the siege remained. Broken Sentinel carapaces littered the fields like the husks of giant beetles, and the once-musical waterfall now stuttered with a metallic, rhythmic glitch.

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

"In Lenore? About forty thousand active players at any given time. The rest of the population, the millions of civilians, the House bureaucrats, the random people in crowds,mostly NPCs. Sophisticated enough to be convincing, limited enough to not strain the system." "And outside Lenore? Other cities? The surface world?" "All part of the game world. All programmed. The surface is overrun with anomalies because that's the scenario,an underground nation fighting for survival against monsters that destroyed civilization." He met my eyes. "None of it existed before the first player transmigrated. It was created for the game. Built from collective unconscious, archetypal fears, whatever metaphysic

Sam could only endure, his frustration mounting as he cast a pleading look at Aria, silently asking her to beat Landon up. To his surprise, Aria smiled and leaned in to examine Sam's teeth, mirroring Landon's actions. Landon looked at her with a smile. "What do you think?" "It's indeed growing fast," Aria said thoughtfully. She tapped her fingers on Sam's side profile and asked Landon, "Do you have a solution?" Landon revealed his insight without hesitation. "According to ancient lore, the awakening of Chaos is triggered by avarice and savagery. To counter this, we could send him to Homer for purification."

Most probably, the earth was outside of the Bleurealm, in the chaotic sea instead. The next moment, Severin's divine sense passed through the world's membrane where he saw a large and wide chaotic world with no direction. The space of the chaotic world was like the ocean. The raging chaotic energy created tidal waves and black holes that could kill a celestial. Carefully, with the protection of the heavenly heart imprints, Severin's divine sense reached out further and further away. Suddenly, the heavenly heart imprints between his brow vibrated lightly as if they were being summoned by something.

Ava paused and I thought she was done talking until she started again. “Chaos will not only bring death to the humans, but to all supernatural alike. Everyone will start becoming crazy, as the supernatural will try to defend themselves and humans will become desperate to survive. After weeks of this, the Gods will descend and try to control it, but it will only get worse until the entire world is up in flames.” “And the other?” I urged, not wanting that to become the fate of the world, not just for Dragons.

She had long since stopped wanting to live, for it was simply too painful to live in a world without me. The wind blew over, tousling her hair. Emma retched up blood again and again, yet a peaceful smile crossed her face. "Vince, don't be afraid. I'm coming to keep you company." The winds swept past, and the world fell into silence. In the end, the story of Emma and me was wrapped up in a sloppy, haphazard ending.