When you don't support good original stories, and prefer brainrot and translations over it, then the author stops writing the good stuff and goes off to buy milk and vanish , it happens because of you. -- Spiderman đ
I'm probably going to stop posting here cz I can see the same old patterns coming.
I write a good story (as usual), it goes well at first (of course), then after 50 chapters, people go back to reading other random shit and half the audience vanishes like Thanos snapped his fucking fingers. (Why u do dis?)
Then I try to quit feeling depressed over wasted efforts, and people start coming out of every nook and canny saying they are still reading, like Captain America yelled 'Avengers Assemble' . And then they vanish after a couple chapters again like Marvel's audience after endgame.
Rather than playing that same old game, let's surprise the mf's who had vanished, or been waiting cz they wanna stack 50 chapters to read. Imagine the look on their faces when they relax one morning and think, 'hmm let's see if that book has enough chapters' , then come to find the story is gone cz the author got tired of the bs đđđ
You know what, let's do this! I mean, either way not like this is the only story here, people will find a brainrot and clap for it, then forget this even existed.
Nearly 1500 top fans, almost 10k people has it in their library, 2 million views reaching, yet it can't gather 1500 votes in a week unless I complain about it. In Wanda's voice- "That doesn't seem fair" đ
Meanwhile Translators walking in front of me smugly while thinking, "what an idiot trying spread culture here!" Would any of you keep writing if you see worse stories with less effort getting more recognition?
Nah, I'd rather go off to buy milk. Speaking of which....
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Everyday I lose faith in humanity further. God Emperor of Mankind is disappointed.
*****
Not far off from the clash between two brothers, the forest around Valhalla rustled. Heracles stomped forward, massive and wild, his stone sword dragging against the dirt. On his shoulder sat Ace, small hands gripping his hair for balance, eyes scanning the treeline.
"Hey Herc, do you hear that?" Ace moved her ears and tried to listen to the approaching sound.
Heracles tensed up. " Enemies.... Fight."
She leaned forward and pointed. "There. Someone's coming our way."
A blur crashed through the forest ahead. Cassie landed in a crouch, dirt spraying beneath her boots, a grin on her face. Achilles followed, spear spinning casually in his hand, eyes bright with excitement.
"See, Rider? I told you there's someone here," she snapped, scanning the trees. Then she saw them. Ace and Heracles, and the words left her mouth clipped and immediate. "Why is a little girl here? I thought the Masters were supposed to be expert mages and stuff."
Achilles' grin widened. "What a strong guy. And that stone sword is huge. It almost looks like Heracles from the stories I heard as a child."
Ace's face tightened into a small frown. "Are you also a master? I suggest you surrender before Berserker crushes you two."
Achilles caught the bait and stepped forward, twirling his spear with the easy arrogance of a man bred for war. "Surrender isn't in my blood, little miss. I'm itching for a fight."
Cassie cracked her knuckles, eyes narrowing. "Give up, little girl. You are alone by yourself while Rider takes on Berserker. . I don't want to hit a kid, but I will if you make me. Don't try to test my patience."
Ace's smile never left her face. She waved a hand once, simple as that. The trees stopped being trees.
The trunks bent and crawled into shapes that were almost beasts. Roots tore like teeth; branches lashed. Vines thickened and braided themselves into barriers. Stones merged and turned into giant golems. "Who said I was alone?" Ace smirked.
Cassie whistled out a surprised, impressed note. "That's a neat trick. Are you a wizard or something, kid?" she asked curiously.
Ace's smile faltered. "My childhood was anything but magical. You would never understand."
Cassie drew a sleek and curved sword from her waist. "You're strong, kid," she said, watching the landscape twitch and warp to Ace's will. "But," her voice hardened, "I'm pretty strong too."
She moved with a practiced snap, producing a strangely shaped blade almost too bright for the dim night. "Pretty sweet, right? I nicked it from Dad when he wasn't paying attention. It's called Harpe, the legendary blade of Perseus."
Ace gave an offhanded shrug. "It's useless unless you can come close and cut me with it," she replied.
Cassie snapped to flight, Harpe brandished. Achilles moved like a shadow of combat, spear arcing down the line.
Heracles' face was stone cold; under the fog of madness enhancement, his speech came in short, simple bursts. "ProtectâŠFriend...Ace...Safe," he said. He hefted a stone blade, stepped forward, and the ground answered his footfall.
Achilles' first charge was thunderous. He slammed into a line of treelike constructs, each strike shattering them. Heracles observed then rushed toward him.
When the process turned to swarmsâroots lashing out, trying to ensnareâAchilles' speed showed. He darted between attacks, spearing a corrupted trunk and twisting, bringing it down with a long, practiced cut timed for minimal motion.
Cassie moved with a dancer's precision, Harpe cutting at vines, severing tendrils before they could wrap.
Ace laughedâhigh and brightâand fed the land another trick. Rocks peeled from the soil and became small, armored figures with jagged edges. They attacked with crude swings, but their cuts were deep. Cassie ducked, barely, a sliver of stone nicking her shoulder; blood bloomed quick and red on pale skin.
Achilles charged, spear pointing, and slammed into a stone golem. The impact sent tremors across the field. But Heracles moved to intercept, arm like a boulder, and their weapons met with a sound that sent out a shockwave.
The giant's rage translated into force: he slammed onto Achilles, sending the Rider skidding back across a scattering of pebbles. Achilles recovered, grin fractured by the force of the blow, eyes bright with the joy of it. "Finally," he breathed, "someone who can make me go all out."
Cassie took advantage of the moment, flying and slashing Harpe across the base of a root that had encased Ace. The blade bit, flames of some old myth licking vines; the tendril withered. Ace's expression flickered with surprise. She hadn't expected the Harpe to cut through her constructs so cleanly. For the first time, her guard faltered.
Cassie, breathing heavily, glared. "You think your magic can win everything?" She lunged, Harpe singing, and for a razor second the weapon flashed cold and true at Ace.
The little girl twisted; reality buckled, the blade passing through where her shoulder should be, but finding nothing. Cassie stumbled, face pale with the shock of almost slicing what was not there.
Ace clapped slowly, delighted. "Close," she said. "Try again."
Meanwhile, Achilles fought like a storm. His spear spun in dazzling circles, striking with speed and precision. Heracles met him blow for blow, each swing of his sword a quake, each roar shaking the air.
"Not bad!" Achilles shouted, laughing even as sweat streaked his face. "But I'm faster!"
Heracles bellowed, eyes blazing with madness. "Protect⊠Ace!" His next swing nearly split the ground in half, forcing Achilles back.
Achilles skid to a stop, panting, then smirked. "Hah. Haven't had this much fun in years."
Cassie darted past the clash, charging at Ace again. Her blade sang through the air. "Surrender, kid. I mean it."
Ace lifted a hand, and vines lashed upward, blocking the strike. Cassie sliced through them, but more replaced them instantly.
Ace's smile widened. "You'll have to do better."
Cassie's eyes narrowed. "Gladly." She kicked off the ground, blade flashing in rapid arcs, cutting vines left and right.
Cassie, meanwhile, slashed through the last wall of vines, finally leaping close to Ace. Her blade was poised at the girl's throat.
"Game over kid."
But Ace only smiled and whispered. "No."
Heracles' roar shook the forest. In an instant, he was there, intercepting Cassie's strike with his massive hand, crushing the blade in his grip. He ignored the spear that was stabbed in his body, leaving Achilles, who lost his weapon, stunned for a moment.
Cassie's eyes widened. "What the f..."
The giant backhanded her, sending her flying across the clearing, crashing into a boulder with a sickening crack.
"Cassie!" Achilles roared and leaped back to her side. She groaned, pushing herself up, blood on her lip but eyes still burning.
"I'm fine," she spat, gripping the shattered hilt of her weapon. "But that bastard's mine."
Achilles tightened his grip on his spear, eyes blazing as he stared at Heracles. "Then let's finish this together."
Ace, perched again on Heracles' shoulder, smiled with chilling calm. "Try if you dare."
Cassie breathed hard but smiled, sparks of blood in the corner of her mouth as Harpe hummed faintly with old power. Achilles, shaking out the stiffness, laughed. "This is proper fun," he managed between gasps, unashamed to be thrilled.
Katana watched from the rim of the trees, Soultaker across her lap, with Shuten-DĆji beside her with a half-empty bottle of sake. Katana's voice was flat and patient. "We can't fight them head-on," she said. "They will tire themselves out. We wait. Then we strike."
Shuten rolled her head like a cat and hiccupped. "That's no fun." She dipped her hand into the sake and offered Katana a slow, mocking bow. "But perhaps later. For now, let them play."
Katana's jaw stayed tight. "Later," she agreed. "But we control when later happens."
*****
Two figures stood apart on the open ground, separated by fifty paces of empty earth.
Arjuna raised his bow, its frame glowing with a soft golden light. His eyes were calm, but sharp with focus. His stance held no wasted motion."âŠBrother. It seems fate binds us again."
Karna shifted his spear from shoulder to hand, the weapon's crimson point catching the moonlight. His expression was steady, his tone composed."Fate has always drawn us back to this. But here, no gods will tip the scales. Only us."
The space between them vibrated with tension.
Connor swallowed hard, standing a few paces behind Karna. His palms were damp. He could feel the heat radiating from both men even at this distance, the air thick with prana. "Karna⊠this is really happening?"
Karna did not look back. "Yes. Stand firm."
On the other side, Constantine flicked ash from his cigarette, eyes narrowed under the brim of his coat. "You two sure this is necessary? Could save us all a headache and have a pint instead."
Neither brother responded.
Arjuna's bowstring drew taut, glowing brighter. "I won't hold back."
Karna angled his spear, his stance shifting. "Nor will I."
The battle broke.
An arrow screamed through the darkness, faster than Connor could track. Karna's spear flashed, intercepting it mid-flight with a clean metallic clang. Sparks burst outward, scattering across the ground.
Another arrow came instantly after, then another, Arjuna's arms a blur. Each shot carried deadly precision, each one angled for a kill.
Karna advanced a step, then another, blocking with the rhythm of a warrior who had lived and died by his weapon. The spear spun and struck, meeting each arrow in midair. The sound of steel colliding with energy filled the plain like thunder.
One arrow slipped past, detonating against the ground behind Karna in a blast of heat. Connor threw his arms up as dirt and flame erupted around him.
"Bloody hell!" Constantine swore, stumbling back as his coat singed at the hem. "You two are gonna flatten half the bloody continent at this rate!"
Neither Servant so much as glanced his way.
Arjuna pivoted, sliding across the ground with supernatural speed, loosing three arrows in quick succession. Each blazed with energy, streaking like comets.
Karna's spear swept wide, the shaft cracking against the first, redirecting it harmlessly skyward. He ducked under the second, letting it slice past his shoulder. The third he caught with a precise jab, the spear's point shattering it into sparks.
Dust swirled around his feet as he pushed forward, closing the distance.
Arjuna stepped back, his bow shifting smoothly, the next arrow already drawn.
Karna lunged, spear thrust like a bolt of lightning. Arjuna twisted, the spear grazing his arm as he fired point-blank. The arrow burst against Karna's armor, sparks and light scattering.
Connor gasped. "Karna!"
The Servant didn't falter. He pushed the attack, spear striking again, againâeach blow sharp, efficient, aimed to force Arjuna back. The ground cracked with every step.
Arjuna deflected with his bow, the weapon striking like steel, arrows loosed between movements. Sparks lit the night where spear met bowstring, where arrow clashed against armor.
The battlefield became a stormâlight and steel, speed and precision. Neither yielded an inch.
One arrow finally slipped through, slicing across Karna's shoulder. The wound was shallow, but blood marked his armor.
Karna steadied, unfazed. His lips curved faintly. "Sharp as always."
Arjuna's face was unreadable. "And you, unyielding as ever."
For a moment, both lowered their weapons slightly, breaths visible in the cool night air.
Connor's voice cracked the silence. "That's⊠enough, right? You've proven your point. No one has to die tonight."
Constantine took a drag, muttering, "Kid's got more sense than the pair of you combined."
Karna's eyes never left his brother. "This is only a measure. Tonight, nothing more."
Arjuna nodded, lowering his bow. "Another time. The Grail won't allow this to rest."
The pressure that had held the plain captive lifted, the air easing as if released from a vice.
Karna lowered his spear fully, turning his head just enough to glance at Connor. "We walk away intact. Be grateful for that."
Connor exhaled shakily, nodding. "RightâŠ"
Constantine flicked his cigarette into the dirt, grinding it out with his heel. "You lot are gonna give me ulcers before this war's over."
The brothers said nothing more. Their eyes met one final timeâacknowledgment, not peaceâand then they turned, each retreating with their Master into the night.
The clash had ended without death, but the plain still bore the scarsâburned craters, shattered earth, and the lingering weight of two legends testing one another.
The war had only just begun.
*****
The battles tore across the Australian night, each clash a storm of steel, power, and fury. Yet high above the ruined district, a separate tension brewed.
Lex Luthor stood on a rooftop balcony overlooking the fighting, his fists clenched on the railing. His scowl deepened with every passing second, his jaw tight enough to crack a tooth.
Gilgamesh, in his golden armor, leaned against the stone parapet beside him, watching with detached amusement. His crimson eyes flicked to Lex, noting the human's rage. "What got you so worked up, Luthor?" His voice was calm, curious, but edged with contempt.
Lex's lips curled back in a sneer. He spat his words out like venom. "Those two kids down there. I created them. My facility. My project. I raised them, trained them, made them weapons. And how did they repay me? They escaped. They destroyed one of my facilities before vanishing into the world." His voice trembled between fury and obsession. "I have been looking for them ever since."
Gilgamesh squinted, his tone dripping disdain. "How disgusting. Instead of becoming strong yourself, you've wasted your existence raising tools. But you forgot the truth, human. Tools always fail. The only thing you can rely on⊠is the hand that wields them. Yours."
The words hit like a lash. Lex stiffened, but then exhaled, his shoulders lowering slightly. He paused, and for once spoke without arroganceâonly cold resolve. "âŠYou are right, Caster. I am just a weak human, born without gifts. But I've built something despite that. My intellect is unmatched. My vision is unmatched."
He adjusted his tie, his voice growing steadier. "I don't experiment on myself because I never gamble. I take no risks. I perfect things first. I am creating the flawless sequenceâgenes, powers, skillsâall combined into one vessel. When it is complete, I will claim it. Strength greater than the strongest heroes. None will stand in my way. Then, I will fulfill my dream."
Gilgamesh chuckled lowly, shaking his head. His red eyes glowed faint in the dark. "Dreams disappear the moment the dreamer awakes. Every last one. Without exception."
Lex's hand tightened against the railing, but he said nothing more.
Far away in the shadows of the Batcave, another man was watching the same battle through encrypted feeds.
Bruce Wayne's face was lit by the pale blue glow of monitors as he scrolled through data at impossible speed. His cowl lay discarded on the table, but his jaw was just as tight as Lex's.
He dug deeper into the global database, peeling back government seals and Cadmus firewalls with precision only he could manage. His fingers paused when two files opened side by side.
Ace. Connor.
He read line by line, his eyes narrowing. Orphans. Taken. Trained. Raised in captivity as experiments of Cadmus. Conditioned into soldiers. Escaped. Bruce's hand hovered over the keys, frozen.
He kept reading. Ace's body breaking down after escape, unstable due to the very powers Cadmus forced into her. Connor surviving only because his hybrid body adapted better.
Bruce leaned back in his chair, gaze drifting away from the screen for a moment. His fists clenched. If I hadn't had Alfred⊠if my parents hadn't been wealthy⊠if I'd been taken as a boy⊠would I have become them? Another weapon? Another Ra's al Ghul?
The thought twisted in his chest. He inhaled slowly, then exhaled, forcing the calm back into place. He had no luxury for sentiment.
"They're just kids," he muttered. Then, quieter: "And I'll make sure they walk away from this alive."
His eyes slid back to the data. Lex Luthor's sudden travel to Australia, coinciding with Caster's presence. Connections lined up neatly. Bruce didn't need proof; his instincts were enough. Lex was Caster's Master.
His gaze fell again on Ace's profile. He lingered there, the orphan girl's face staring back at him from the grainy Cadmus file photo.
He shut his eyes. Then he straightened, resolve hardening. End this war. Keep the kids alive. That's the mission.
Edward stood apart from all of them, his long coat stirring faintly in the breeze atop a skyscraper. His red shades reflected the chaos below. Unlike the others, his scowl was not anger but regret.
He watched Ace's ferocity, Connor's unease, Cassie's stubborn fire, Achilles' restraint. Children thrown into bloodshed. Tools, weapons, pawns.
He sighed softly. "This war never changes."
He thought backâfurther than any of them could imagine. This dying timeline had been born twisted. Edward knew what it should have been, what he had already altered.
Darkseid should have conquered Earth during his first invasion. The Justice League was never meant to exist here.
Bruce was supposed to die in the Himalayas. Superman's ship should have landed in Metropolis, where the government would dissect him in secret. Diana would never have left ThemysciraâSteve Trevor was a sleeper Nazi spy here, meant to die and push her into declaring war. Hal Jordan should have been shot down by federal agents before wielding his ring. Flash should have drowned in tragedies, collapsing under them. Cyborg was fated to become Darkseid's herald, a slave of the Motherbox.
Edward had broken all of it. Pulled threads. Saved lives. Forced changes. Now the timeline limped forwardâdifferent, but unstable.
He did not know if he had made it better. Only different.
He lowered his head, speaking to no one. "If I keep interfering⊠I'll make things worse."
His gaze cut back down at the battlefield as the night waned. The eastern horizon faintly burned with the earliest hints of dawn.
Edward whispered: "Time to call it a night."
He stepped from the skyscraper.
His boots touched ground without a sound.
Cassie was mid-motion, fist cocked back, when her eyes lit up. "Edwardâ!"
But the man's glare snapped to her instantly, silencing her before the name escaped. His look was sharp, fatherly, commanding. She froze, lips pressed shut.
Ace shifted defensively, her arms raising. She eyed the tall man in crimson coat and dark shades. Two heavy pistols gleamed at his waist. Even in night's darkness, his presence was unmistakableâan abyss wrapped in human form.
Her voice was cautious, low. "âŠAre you on her side?"
Edward's rasping voice answered, deep and certain. "I am Ruler. Overseer of this war. Dawn approaches. This battle ends here. All combatants will rest."
He stepped forward, unhurried, the weight of countless voices echoing faint behind him. "Anyone who defies this⊠I will deal with personally."
The words hung heavy.
Ace narrowed her eyes. Something primal told her not to test him. He was danger beyond comprehension. The whispers she sensed from him were not lies of fearâthey were truths. Countless truths.
She exhaled, lowering her guard. "âŠFine. Come, Berserker. We're done here."
Her eyes cut to Cassie one last time, cold and sharp. "Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Cassie snapped back instantly, defiant fire in her eyes. "Next time, I'll suplex the shit out of you, kid!"
But Edward's head turned slightly. His stern, fatherly stare cut her off mid-rant. Cassie flinched, shrinking back slightly, mumbling under her breath.
Edward said nothing more. He turned, walking into the shadows until the night itself seemed to swallow him whole.
Ace clicked her tongue, frustrated. She gave Cassie one final glare, then vanished into the darkness with Berserker at her side.
Cassie let out a long groan. "Ugh. Every damn time." She rubbed her neck, muttering. Rider floated beside her, shaking his head. Together, they turned to leave.
***
Not far away, Batman rose from his crouch on a rooftop. His cape swayed faintly as he turned his back on the battlefield.
He returned to his hidden base, footsteps echoing in the silence until he stood before Saber. Arthur waited, arms crossed, calm and composed.
"How did the recon go?" Saber asked.
Bruce didn't meet his eyes. He peeled off his cowl, setting it down as he spoke. "I got what I needed. We can move forward now. Caster and his Master are a priority. Assassin too. I've deduced several of the servant's identities already."
Arthur smiled faintly, his voice warm. "As expected. You are a great detective."
Bruce shook his head, eyes shadowed. "This war will be more problematic than I predicted."
The monitors flickered around them, data scrolling, maps updating, threats multiplying.
The Holy Grail War was only beginning.
*****
I'm off to buy milk. If I'll return or not depends on you kids becoming a pro basketball player earning millions lol