Rise To Ruins Wiki Novels & Stories

“Sure. But this will be the last thing I handle within my responsibilities.” He knew exactly what I meant. Approve my resignation, and I’d solve the problem. Refuse, and there was nothing to discuss. “Fine. Lily, you’re really something.” He agreed through gritted teeth. Once I got his answer, I turned and walked toward the tech department. The issue at Apex Technology was complicated. A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system.

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

“Then maybe this isn’t the end.” “It isn’t,” he said, eyes half-closed. “It’s just the part where we stop surviving and start living.” Weeks passed. The scandal reshaped everything. The Vale Corporation was dismantled, its assets frozen, its name whispered like a curse. But the world didn’t end. People adapted. Moved on. The city rebuilt itself, as cities always do. Justina opened a small foundation Ashes Rising dedicated to helping fire victims and whistleblowers. It became her way of transforming ruin into purpose.

Just like that, the internet turned on them. “What kind of messed-up story is this? I’ve never seen such superstitious nonsense from such a wealthy family!” “Clashing fates? What does that even mean?” “They were born one minute apart, and somehow it’s Suzie who’s bad luck for Xavier? Make it make sense!” “I know Suzie. She was in my class. She was a top student, respectful, and hardworking. What’s Xavier done?” “Wasn’t that guy in a hit-and-run? And Mommy and Daddy just used money to sweep it all under the rug?”

Jason followed him and glanced back once with an apologetic smile while the cold girl named Alyssa stared at Noah for a bit before taking her leave too. Noah, on the other hand, frowned. He didn't know what the man was talking about. To his knowledge, Ruins were sort of like inheritance grounds where a high level Battlesoul master once lived while they were alive. The things found could be weapons, Elixirs, resources or battle techniques. He didn't think that his three-day absence would cost him some valuable intel.

Only, as soon as he stepped through the threshold of the gates of the city, Chu Xun's gait no longer looked casual or serene. Swoosh! With a kick of his heel, he leaped again and again with such speeds that he looked like a blurry mirage, ranging at several hundred meters at every bound. The mountain of the ancient ruins. It had no name; for it came into being only during the anomalies ravaging the Earth, and due to the ancient ruins that sat on its crest, many began to call it the Mount of the Ancient Ruins. And by now, droves of warriors coming to witness the battle swarmed up the slopes of the Mount.

A foreign soul in a villain's body, with a Class that had existed three times in history and failed three times, heading toward a collapsed region to attempt building something from ruins while Imperial pursuit forces potentially closed the distance behind them. The novel had never described this sequence of events. He was fully in unmapped territory now. "Move out," he said. They left the camp's edge at a fast walk, heading west toward collapsed Ashfen proper. The grey soil stretched ahead of them, dead and flat, marked occasionally by structures that had been abandoned when the region failed. Kael walked and thought about the Class description still present in his awareness. Inheritor of R

The dawn broke like a pale promise, casting weak light over the shattered landscape that stretched before them. The Ruins of Eldara, a sprawling city once the heart of an ancient kingdom, lay hidden beneath layers of ash and forgotten memories. Its towering spires and crumbled walls, swallowed by time and neglect, rose like ghostly sentinels, watching over the land like silent witnesses.

“They are framing you.” A cold realization settled over me. If Ruin appeared to be coordinating with the Bratva, every ally would turn against him. The docks would not be a negotiation, they would be an execution. I looked at Ruin. “They are not only targeting me,” I said slowly. “They are dismantling you.” Ruin’s eyes darkened into something terrifyingly focused.“Then tomorrow,” he said quietly, “we do not just survive.” He looked between my father and Axel.“We expose them.”