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Warhammer: The Cog-Greaser's Chronicle

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For Joric, a soul who had clawed his way out of the hellish reality of the 41st Millennium, any new world was a paradise by comparison. After all, what fate could be more hopeless than being cast into the galaxy-spanning nightmare of the Imperium of Man? He had no divine blessing, no unnatural psychic gift—nothing but his own wits—and was born into the polluted, sunless depths of a hive city's underhive. Yet, through sheer grit and a fervent devotion to the Machine God, he ascended from the grime to become a Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It was on an archeotech recovery mission, deep in the ruins of a forgotten age, that he made contact with a strange, ancient device. In a flash of impossible energy, he was hurled across the veil of reality to a world uncannily similar to the lost Terra of ancient legend. For a fleeting moment, Joric believed the Omnissiah had guided him home. He was wrong. He soon discovered this world was not the cradle of humanity, but a rain-slicked dystopia of chrome, neon, corporate overlords, and digital ghosts. This was a cyberpunk reality, and his grimdark tale was just beginning.
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The Saint Likes Me, But I’m Screwed… [Rewrite]

One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren, a world filled with elemental magic and wonder. Yet, even with the supernatural, Alum remained aloof; whichever world—it didn’t matter. Monsters the form of man, beast, or abomination—it never changed. He knew he wasn’t always alone, but he never thought to have deserved such kindness. To those who gave him paint, now was the time to pay it back, especially in the vivid horrors of the new world—surviving the wilderness. Then, along the way, colors began to seep into the garden, blossoming greens, painting blues, and budding reds. His heart throbbed a funny way for the first time—he’d fallen in love with Amethely at first sight after arriving in the peaceful metropolis, Ilifel. Once, a girl, whom he did not know, revealed to be the Imperial Saint—Could I pursue this? He coolly contemplated, looking at the options. However, change could never be easy for someone like him. How long would it take for a newly rinsed blade to stain? — An elegant Saint with silver-gray hair and pink amethyst eyes was regarded as one of the most prominent light mages in the empire. A girl who was once always in the shadow of her sister, obsessed with research and the path of the sword, with a wish to carry on her late grandmother’s legacy—fell in love. He was a foreigner with soft golden eyes and jet-black hair—a somewhat clueless expression yet charming nonetheless. New to love, Amethely didn’t know what to do, but she knew she wanted to see him again. Thus, she hoped to run into him again, at the same place, at the same time.  This time, she wanted to know his name, and for him to know hers, so that one day, even if their love doesn’t blossom, that light would pierce into his ashen world. NOTE: This is rewritten from scratch so old chapters are gone, poff. But... since people sometimes ask me about it, here's the pdf for all of it, if you want the epub version just dm me or smt, dunno.  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pm4kOijs5-CXcCJdU8-wvgPERkLaPrVD/view?usp=sharing Schedule: 25th Monthly
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