Un Mundo Idal Novels & Stories

I didn't quite understand her and where exactly she's heading to. She was still staring at me, not even blinking her eyes or breaking the eye contact. She looked all serious and tears were in her eyes and I could tell she was fighting it from flowing down her cheeks. I just stared at her dumbfounded, not having any words to say. "I'm not from Earth and what I told your mom wasn't all a lie – it was the truth. I'm from a place more like another world called Marazona. There, we don't have cars, we don't have clothes like this, we wear leaves. We don't know what a TV is or look like. And the most shocking part is that, we don't have male over there. I've never seen people of your gender before

‘I will make every last one of you pay! She climbed out and dried her body leaving the once-white towel red. Alice bandaged her wounds and dressed in the same clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her looked depleted. Who was this person? Every time she looked at herself, a stranger stared back at her. Her eyes held no life in them, only an empty shell stared back. She felt sorry for the girl in the mirror. Why can’t this person just get a break? Why does this world hate her so much that it not only tramples on her but pulls her apart?

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

Sorry about that, may. The first question in history is, what is the name of the world. Me sir! Ok then, Mr. Luis. Then Luis stands up. The name of our world is Alpina. What! What is it, Mr. taso? It's nothing, what that means This is universe 8 the ruler is the 8th brother alpha saya the god of affinity. ------ And that is the last lesson class dismiss. See you in chapter 14.

"He’s going to Overwrite the planet. He’s moving the Origin-World itself—the entire star system—into our dimensional space. This isn't just a restoration, Emma. It’s a Collision." I looked at the map in the Chronos-Vault. The New milestone was glowing with a final, blinding white light. "A little more," I whispered. "Then we'd better get some sleep," Félix said, his daggers appearing in his hands as he looked at the sky. "Because tomorrow, we start building a bigger hammer." The "Ideal" had been defeated, the "Wild" was restored, and the Pact was ready for the end of the world.

--- Because this— --- This was the line. --- The moment where everything split. --- Between control— --- And humanity. --- The core pulsed violently. --- Unstable again. --- Reacting to the conflict within him. --- Within itself. --- Because the system couldn’t reconcile both truths. --- Couldn’t hold both outcomes. --- And as the chamber trembled under the weight of that contradiction— As the vision of a perfect world clashed with the reality of choice— One final truth emerged: --- A world rebuilt without flaws— --- Is a world that no longer belongs to humanity.

But he would not forget what she had said about the end of the world: - Memorable, I want to share with you my dreams. I often imagine the perfect end of the world when I sit with you in my arms on a sandy beach. I see a huge explosion of the sun wave destroying the ocean and nearby land shores. We dissolve in the radiant light and return home to God, where there are waiting for us beloved people, endless gardens, rivers and wonders of unearthly life. - Sophia, Beautiful ending. - Memorable, I would say – a beautiful beginning!

It was like I was seeing her for the first time—without that permanent scowl. “It takes just about anything to scare you,” Iditan replied with a tone of amusement. I find myself tongue-tied and unable to reply. She frowned for a moment, and then her face slowly reverted to the former emotionless mask I knew so well. “You are way stronger than I imagined,” Iditan explained. “And then when you entered into the state of oneness with the world it was almost hard to keep up with you. I could not stop in the middle of the spar so as not to break the flow and stop your enlightenment.”

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

I thought she's going to reject her because of her facial expression, but she kneel before me. “Take me as your alliance and let's create a Disparate Utopia where people can live up with peace and nature.”