Novel World Building Novels & Stories

If he could later find trustworthy people or help refugees, it would be a great benefit. The most crucial element of a small world was soil, and Adrian believed it should be constructed according to his vision. Reflecting on his knowledge from Earth, the first and most essential element for a world was water. With water, life could flourish. Adrian did not dare to hope that this small world could independently generate life, but he decided to mimic the natural world as closely as possible. He first opened the core's portal, allowing endless seawater to flow in. Though it was merely a drop in the ocean against the vast South Sea, he remained cautious, fearing that too much commotion might att

I could feel their thoughts. ​It was a structure of bone and crystal. It had grown into the bedrock of the world rather than being built by hands. It was not a place of gears, levers, or steam. It was a place of biological engineering. This was where the old world had tried to create a bridge between the human mind and the planetary spirit before the first harvest destroyed their civilization.

So you’re not from my dimension then…are you human? redsun: woahhh! Straight to the jugular huh? To answer that, yes I am, it’s easier for dimensions with similar properties to connect to each other. Let’s just say I have a slightly longer lifespan than normal humans… The will of Aura: Understood. So do you know anything about Aer? Asher watched the ghost icon appear and disappear for a few times before he finally received a reply. redsun: Ummm…that’s a mythical legend in my world. Why do you ask? As far as I know, your world has one of the lowest believe in anything mythical.

Even being above another - She holds my hands looking me in the eyes - I know you went through a lot of things but you have to see and understand that what you experienced was wrong and does not match the norms present in a community or society, it is inhumane. - So what is the new world? - tired sigh - It's a place where everyone builds their own world running after who they are, what they want and what they stand for. The biggest quest is the search for their faith, from then on they just fight to conquer and protect it. - says happy - Like this? - She lets go of my hand and gets up taking her plate. - Seek your faith, only then will you understand and be able to set up your little world.

"Now, ask important questions. I'll give you three." David nods again. God waits. "What is this world? Tell me more about it." "Foserense is a world I just finished creating. Its basic physics and rules are similar to the ones followed by your universe with some additions." "What additions?" "Is that your 2nd question?" "Ummm... No?" "Then I won't answer it." "Fudge. Okay, will I get anything when I go down there?" "A gift from me but otherwise nothing." "A gift?" "Is that your third question?"

"They wanted every word to have one meaning. We are writing a 'Novel.' We are changing the 'Laws of Physics' into 'Suggestions of Style.' We’re making gravity 'Optional' on Tuesdays and making the speed of light 'Subject to Mood'." This was the "Playful-Era." On Novus, the "Great-Canopy" became a place of impossible physics. Water flowed upward if the children sang to it. The "Soot-Walkers" built houses made of "Frozen-Mist" that were warmer than the old steam-pipes. The "Sea of Glass" became a "Canvas," where the history of the future was painted in shifting colors of liquid-light. The Union were no longer the "Mechanics of Survival"; they were the "Artists of Existence."

And from then, he dreamed, and planned, secretly, hiding his intents behind a mask of docility, he tried to sway some of the second generation Gods’ minds with the idea of a new world, one where they were free, but the mutts didn’t want another world, nor a new life, they liked the one they had, of no responsibility, of humility, and servitude, of unreal pleasures. However, Nov never lost hope, nor did he abandon his ambitions, and while he couldn’t sway their minds, why not urge them to? The idea remained in his head for centuries as he wasn’t able to do anything until Historia died, causing the creation energy’s balance to tremble, giving him the perfect opportunity.

This guy Zhu Wushang should be a supreme expert, a big shot of this world because he is the one who’s invent many supreme arts. The reason why I believe he is a native of this world is that the system can’t invent something or create something out of nothing. Its database relates to the data of this world. Anyway, My lackeys should be returned today. --------------------- New World - 1 Month and 2 weeks and 7 days

"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

Sometimes she would look at me but then look away as she is invested with what she’s saying. “What I want is a whole new planet--not a country, planet. Where it's just me and my friends and those who are treated like shit by society. And with that, we could live better and we are our own authors--where our books can be published. Where we could be who we want to be and no one will say bullshit. Also: I will put a lot of rules--like the ten commandments--to keep the world a safe place. If bad people can enter, we fight them and kick them out of the world with no mercy, just like almost everybody around us. Why think of building a new world? Because no one is appreciated much unless you do wha