Fantasy: I! Accept disciples and become stronger! - Chapter 483

“Please, I implore you to save the world.” This is what a goddess in white says to me in a pure-white space. Such is the standard line that suggests the game is about to begin. Please say this stirring line to boys and girls with sparkling eyes! It’s wrong to direct it to someone like me, who’s exhausted from job hunting! When I declined her politely, she flew into a fit of tears; when I agreed to assist her on small tasks out of reflex, she proclaimed: “it’ll be fine if you just help in the Starting-Village Arc. Please guide the Hero!” Then she tossed me into another world. No, this is a world modeled after a game that this gamer goddess likes…

“If she feels pain, then I'll make sure we all do...”As a purple and pink tailed meteor enters Earth's atmosphere, it begins “snowing” all over the planet.Humans are no longer on top of the ladder. A crystal ice dragon explodes from the space rock, creating Hell.Bringing along an ambush of bloodthirsty aliens, some large enough to demolish buildings, “Leviathan” has forced humanity into various locations of hiding around the world.Within three years after the initial invasion, humans have begun to not only fight back against the aliens, but some choose to become symbiotic hosts, acquiring “magical” abilities after slaying one of the unconventional extraterrestrials.Shortly before leaving their sanctuary/apocalypse training academy, two once drifted friends, Katsu and Saku, are reunited on the same scout team. As polar opposite personalities they are chosen by the only surviving “Creator of Humanity”.Both boys become 'blessed' to be hosts for their universe's contemporary forces and use those “God given abilities” to achieve their (secretly combative) goals.Accompanying them is Katsu's adopted sister, Shelly. Regarded as “The Beast of the Beasts” by her peers, she is the reincarnate of her grandmother. The greatest, most underrated female Scandinavian sword fighter to live before the 13th century.After learning of her destined lineage, and admiring the otherwise “mythical” accomplishments completed by her top tier, ass kicking Valkyrie grandma, Shelly is determined to retrieve all of the stolen blades from those who dishonorably stole them over 800 years ago.In order to do so she will have to defeat several members of a manipulative covenant of warrior witches. Each woman blessed with an undiscovered form of energy that has unknowingly coexisted with humanity. These 7 women usher in the POST-post-apocalyptic world as Mafia Bosses, Matriarch Socialist Dictators, Seafaring Conquerors, and a few just want to see this new snow covered world burn.To prove which unnaturally born creature is the Supreme Ultimate amongst them.Aliens, action, romance, betrayal of old friends, the gaining of trust from new, overpowered goofballs, magical damsel despots, righteous and nefarious humans gaining niche powers, not to mention a secretive psychopath using his God given abilities to preserve who he views as his sole purpose.In the end, will love truly conquer all, or will 'their' love conquer us all?“If you have a beloved purpose you can't live a day without, do you truly have any freedom to live?If you have complete freedom to act however, or say whatever you desire, do you truly have any purpose worth caring about to protect?”~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~[All character and cover art is not done by AI but by my good friend Amon-kun]~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This series uses ætiological mythopoeism to spotlight coincidental parallels between various religious scriptures, and scientific theories but is in no way discrediting or belittling the beliefs of others whether that be Creationist or Evolutionist.The views, ideas, and conversations between characters aren't in any way meant to change anyone's beliefs.The conscious use of certain psychological elements from theistic ideology and out of context holy verses is only to support this fictional plot and it's characters. As well as aid the reader as to how one could theoreticize or philosophicize the plot. Instead of using various conflicting ideologies to shame or undermine those who believe, the intention is for deeper thinking and uniting those who believe peace and tranquility between humanity is most important above all.

Bubbles…Soft, fragile, and fleeting. They drift without purpose, bursting at the slightest touch.They aren’t weapons. They aren’t threats. Just harmless playthings, forgotten the moment they vanish.But what if bubbles weren’t so innocent?What if, in a world of Hunters—where magic shatters mountains and fists split seas—someone awakened a Skill based entirely on bubbles?A joke. A death sentence.Goblins would laugh.The weak would pity him. The strong wouldn’t even bother to look twice.But powers can hide secrets. And some truths are buried in plain sight.When a nameless F-Rank awakens the “Bubble Skill,” no one expects him to survive.Let alone rise.However, the indomitable spirit of River Faelan refused to die.Step by step, he climbed to the top—shattering every limit placed on a “mere” Bubble Mage.He proved them all wrong.And he’ll do it again,Even if it means starting from the very bottom… for one more time.

Bruno Hornes' parents disappeared in a strange way, leaving behind a weird contract.He can trade anything with it...Money, talent, Insight, even identity and fate.So Bruno sells wealth to the poor, buys their health, then sells the health to the sick, buys their Insight.He keeps the Insight for himself, and he doesn't care about the rest.Bruno buys the skills of hundreds of knights, and becomes a powerful person.He trades with a trapped god for freedom, buys his loyalty...He works hard, but it's too slow.He needs a secret group, a middleman.He can help others trade anything, just by taking a little bit.Over time, at the crossroads where the shadow moon hangs low, members never say his name.They only call him “the Covenant Weaver” or “the Scale Lord.”When both sides wanted the same thing, he would appear. Sometimes he was a graceful gentleman with a golden cane. Sometimes he was a crow with one eye glowing golden. Most of the time, he sat on a throne that reached a million meters high...