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Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

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Madness

Dyon burst through the front line. Like a corpse that had lost his mind, his movements were erratic and unrestrained. It felt as though he had no rhyme or reason to his actions, yet every step he took led to the death of another. 

His scythe moved so quickly that it looked no different from a black whip curving through the air, blood curdling screams and fountains of crimson graced his every step. 

It was an army of trillions, yet the entirety of their intention was trained on a single man. Not a single one seemed capable of stepping past the line this man had drawn. 

Dyon leapt up, his feet dripping with blood, collapsing the chest of a golden armor Sapientia. Even as this warrior was sent flying backward, the curved blade of Dyon's scythe appeared in its path, causing the warrior's head to be severed from the back of his neck.