Earth-1610b Novels & Stories

– And you have already learned that the core of the Earth is the power source of our Temple. - True. "But what do you think you see?" Averta began from afar. "The core of the earth! Sodium replied, obviously. "What do you think it looks like?" - Averta consistently led Me to the last conclusion. - in the sun… "So you hit the bull's-eye!" Because our Earth is not a planet! "Then what is our Land?" Sodium asked, puzzled. "Humanity has not known where it is in its entire existence. But the Great philosopher Rene Descartes in the seventeenth century ingeniously concluded that the Earth is not a planet, but a special star....

"Lord Tyrone, I—" Felix spoke but was quickly interrupted. Tyrone quickly said, "Don't rush! Once you make a choice, it's final. I hope you'll be able to think twice before you choose." Jerry motioned with his eyes, asking Felix to continue listening. "Let me tell you about Earth first. It has a level three technological development and a soul power of level two. To compare, the highest level is nine," Tyrone explained. Felix felt bitter at the explanation. No wonder they called Earth a barbarian planet. Their levels were so low. It wasn't even half.

" Don't be miscalculated, I am talking about your world's future. I wouldn't want to explain what I am about to show you now, when we get there, you will understand more better. Whatever question should be preserve until then. " We got to a place, not just a place, it was a building. This part of the world didn't look affected by whatever crisis that must have taken place here. It looked new, well decorated with fine golden bricks. I have lived in earth for good twenty years, and I have never come in contact with a place like this. If this place is different from earth, what planet is this called then? " What's this place? " I asked. " This place is called The A****n Home. It was created by

Caleb stepped up to the panoramic viewport, his golden eyes widening in absolute horror. The Earth was not the vibrant, emerald-green sanctuary they had left behind. It was being deleted. Massive patches of the globe—entire oceans and continents—were simply gone. They weren't burned or destroyed; they were replaced by a blinding, sterile, featureless white void. It looked as if a colossal, invisible eraser was casually dragging itself across a painting.

Far below the plains and valley of the Old Earth, by the moving fogs and dense brown grove full of red mangroves though it appeared above the Ngwal Ocean water level is Caliba, a slightly small land surrounded by huge rocks held on by tiny yet fragile-looking ones. It is what some people call today the Stone Age.

Across the continents, the ground didn't just tremble; it transformed. In the Great Plains and the Siberian Tundra, the earth pulled back its layers of topsoil to reveal gigantic "Marrow-Cradles." These were not factories of steel. They were vast, organic nurseries. From deep geothermal vents, a mixture of amber resin and carbonized bone flowed into the shapes of interstellar ships.

" Abhi listened carefully, interest overriding his cynicism for a while. "The earthly realm where humans live is Bhu Loka, the first Loka," Rudra went on. It is the place where the principles of biology and physics control life as we know it." With knowledge of Bhu Loka from his studies, Abhi nodded. "Beyond Bhu Loka," said Rudra, "lies Bhuvar Loka, a domain populated by supernatural beings and spirits." It is a location where forces and energies that are incomprehensible to us converge."

"Put us back on Earth! The real Earth!" "There is no 'Real Earth,' June " the Architect said softly. "Earth was the simulation. It crashed three thousand years ago. Umuahia was the try. This apartment was the eleventh." Benson stood up. He leaned on June for support. He looked at the thousands of versions of himself. Then he looked at the Architect. "If none of it is real " Benson said, his voice shaky but brave "then why do I still feel like I would die for her?"

She rose up to see the shots shine as well and when she looked at her arm, she realised it too was shining a ray of light. “What!?” She exclaimed, demanding an explanation as she looked around the garden. “Iowa, Celeste! Can you hear me?!” She shouted across the garden as she followed the lights. Meanwhile, on the carriage, “Where are we going exactly?” Iowa asked as she watched the sleeping Isuzu. “An exceptional place indeed. No Serviteur in Terra Australis knows about this place.” Celeste answered as they travelled more into the woods. “You see, angels rely on a type of soil that lets them use their capabilities. I am the Angel of Natural Stability so I must keep this place out of the Div

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