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Nulls

He wakes inside a body that will one day stop. He does not remember when he first learned to call this vessel his own. The memories before are smoke, curling away from his grasp each time he reaches for them. Something burned. Something ended. He was there. The worlds change around him. One gives way to another through doors that only he can see, through rifts that seal behind him like wounds healing. Each reality has its own sky, its own sun, its own smell of life and death and the endless churn between them. He learns the taste of each one. He forgets the taste of the last. The screams follow him. They always follow him. He cannot stop them from following. Every face he has seen crumple, every voice he has heard rise in prayer before falling into silence, every child who reached for a mother who was already gone. They linger in the spaces between his thoughts. They surface when he closes his eyes. He does not close his eyes often. He does not know why he moves. The purpose that drove him once has eroded, worn smooth by the passage of too many years across too many dimensions. He knows only that he cannot stop. The body carries him forward when his will falters, and his will falters often. He has grown tired in ways that have no way to explain themselves. The idols of each world watch him pass. They sit on altars, on pedestals, in the hearts of temples that took centuries to raise. Their eyes follow him. Their mouths do not speak. He has seen what happens to idols when he lingers too long. The cracks spread across their marble faces. The gold leaf peels from their halos. The prayers of their worshippers turn to ash on the tongue. Sometimes he wonders if the others still exist. The ones who shared his burden before the fire. He reaches for their names and finds only smoke. He reaches for their faces and finds only the faces of strangers he has killed. The smoke thickens. The smoke chokes. He walks through cities that gleam with impossible light. He walks through wastelands where nothing grows. He walks through oceans whose depths have never seen the sun. The body carries him. The legs move. The lungs fill with air that belongs to whatever world he currently trespasses upon. The screams grow louder when he stands still. So he does not. He walks, and the worlds change, and the idols crack, and the prayers of the dying fill his ears with their desperate music. He remembers every note. He has forgotten how to forget. One day, he will stop. Not because he chooses to. Because the body will fail. The legs will refuse to move. The lungs will fill with something other than air and at last the screams will finally have their way with him. That day is not today. Today, he walks. A door opens. He steps through. The world behind him vanishes like a dream upon waking. The world ahead smells of salt and blood and the distant promise of fire. He has smelled this before. He will smell it again. Nulls does not look back. He never looks back. There is nothing left to see.
Nikolai_nikolaus · 28.4k Views

The Cosmic Avatar

what happens when the boundaries between realities begin to collapse, the characters of different worlds are thrown into a single, unstable existence where their stories collide. Heroes, villains,vigilante, saviors, will roles cease to matter? as the line between fiction and reality begins to shatter, Mori, the one chosen by the higher existence and bathed in the cosmic force to restore balance. As individual worlds spiral into war and realms teeter on the brink of collapse, Mori must wield unimaginable power to prevent annihilation. But the burden of having such a destiny is more than raw strength, it is a test of wisdom, will, and heart. With every action echoing across worlds, Mori must navigate the treacherous currents of divine judgment, mortal ambition, and cosmic destiny. Can one chosen soul bring harmony to a fractured multiverse, or will the weight of the cosmos destroy him first? ———————————————— "My name is Percy.....Percy Hale-Marrin although that would be Professor Percy Hale-Marrin to you but just call me professor Percy, I'll be your new history teacher but I do dabble in other fields but that's a story for another time. Although "history" is a strange word right now as what I'm about to teach you all is still unfolding." The professor says as he turns around to face over a 100 students after writing his name on the black board with a chalk.- "A year ago today there was a meteor shower, some may describe it as beautiful, talk about the way it cracked open the like glass, how the intensity lit up the sky making it almost look like it was mid-day, the trails of blue and silver fire following along. For a moment every sound in rainstrum died, or at least that's what it felt like, No engines, no voices, heck some even argue the wind stopped, but it didn't just bring awe....it marked a new age for rainstrum.
kynoo · 15.9k Views

Honkai VS Genshin: I Only Provide the Arena

One misstep, and Valerius wakes up in the universe of Honkai: Star Rail. No cheats. No broken bloodlines. Just a mysterious Game Arena System with one mission: “Bring entertainment to the masses.” …What kind of nonsense is that?! But Valerius isn’t panicking. Not at all. “You all go ahead and fight your battles. I just provide the battlegrounds... and quietly profit behind the scenes.” And thus begins the era of Interdimensional PvP. Where warriors from Teyvat and the Express are dragged into game after game— Each more absurd than the last. Mafia Night: “Herta, clues are only 3 points each. Final offer—take it or leave it.” Zombie Survival Mode: “Keqing, this is called an RPG. One shot and even the Tyrant will cry for his mom.” Monopoly Gone Wrong: “Ningguang, 1 point per remote-control dice. Asta already bought three~” The result? Two worlds. Total chaos. Kaeya: “Two points for The World! Jing Yuan, what’ve you got?” Jing Yuan: “Hmph… Tail, do your thing.” Svarog: “No evil survives while I stand.” Lord of Qlipoth: “Step away from Clara.” Clara: “Berserker~~!” Sparkle: “Fight! Fiiight! MOAR CHAOS!” Silver Wolf: “Did I wake up in the wrong patch version or what...?” Multiverse war? Check. System hijinks? You bet. Profit-hungry MC playing 4D chess while everyone else fights? Absolutely. When Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail collide in a reality-bending game arena, only one rule remains: Don’t trust the MC. He’s the real final boss.
Dark_Verse · 1m Views