Yooo, don't mind all these... I'll come back n edit them, I just wanna increase chapter counts.
Extend inner monologues
Fake worldbuilding depth
Make characters sound "smart" or overwhelmed
Fill space before actual plot happens
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𧏠WEBNOVEL FLUFF JARGON BLOCK (1,500+ WORDS)
(Jobberish pseudo-intellectual filler with no real meaning â just vibes.)
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It was an anomalous convergence of interstitial bio-energy.
No, not just thatâmore like a trans-reactive harmonization between the corpuscular fields and the latent echoes of soul-bound matter.
The residual energy swirling in the environment wasn't simply manaâit was something older. Something deeper. Something that defied linear taxonomy.
He inhaled sharply, feeling the subdermal vibration of the aetheric entropy signature saturating the air around him. The pressure on his thoracic chakra core was unmistakable, like the entire leyline system had entered a state of spontaneous metaphysical dilation.
"âTemporal backlash," he muttered, clutching his side.
Of course. The quantum recoil was destabilizing his internal essence lattice.
Any ordinary being would have suffered a complete neural echo collapse by now, their corpus luteum discharging calcium-coded psychic fragments into the dreamveil layer of the subconscious plane.
But he wasn't ordinary.
He wasâ
No. He wasn't.
Not anymore.
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The feedback loop from his last awakening hadn't settled yet.
Every nerve fiber in his body still vibrated with residual chrono-kinetic feedback, tangled up in quantum memory fractals that hadn't aligned properly with the current timeline's anchor point.
Time wasn't linear for him. Not after the Second Recursion Spiral.
His thoughts looped, blurred, folded into themselves like higher-dimensional origami. Words failed him. Language failed him. Even the idea of self began to splinter into hollow abstractions.
And yet, through all the bio-etheric distortion, one term kept repeating in his mind:
Corpus luteum.
Was it a memory? A trigger phrase? A symptom of cross-limbic identity fragmentation?
He didn't know. He couldn't know.
Not until the neuronal stasis seals disengaged.
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Above him, the sky shimmered like stretched skin over a drumâpulsing with what some might call light, though it had no color. No shape.
It was pre-photonic energy, raw and incoherent. The kind theorized to exist between wavelengths, only perceivable by individuals whose soul synchronization rate had exceeded 0.08 eth-units.
Which he had, of course.
But not without cost.
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Ever since the failed transference during the Ritual of Twelfth Mind Unveiling, his internal astral framework had begun to drift from his physical form.
His bones ached with dimensional dissonance, his lungs filtered oxygen through partially phased hollow-lattice membranes, and his heartâ
Well, his heart was still beating. But it wasn't syncing with standard tempo.
It operated in duple-core rhythm nowâone beat for this world, one for the other.
A side-effect of soul-parallel interference. Or maybe just a symptom of existential latency decay. He couldn't be sure.
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He clenched his jaw, fighting the rising hum in his mind.
That damned hum.
The one that sounded like thousands of corpus luteum follicles whispering equations into a collapsing wormhole.
He'd been hearing it ever since the incident at the Temple of Ionized Thought, where he'd accidentally gazed directly into a non-Newtonian relic core powered by pure regret and unused potential.
It hadn't just shown him the future.
It had fractured itâinto infinite probability streams, each one shaped by a different version of a decision he hadn't even made yet.
That was the moment he stopped being real in the traditional sense.
He became... a theoretical constant in an emotional multiverse.
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But reality still clung to him.
It always did.
Like a parasite.
He took a step forward, feeling the ground shift with gravitic dissonance, his boots crunching not on stone or soil, but on compressed layers of event residueâcompressed echoes of moments that had never happened, but had thought about happening really, really hard.
And every step forward was another negotiation with causality.
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He could feel it againâthe tug.
That pull at his spinal nodes.
The signs were clear:
Peripheral aura static: increasing
Mental residue swirl: clockwise
Heart-tempo variance: 6.3 Hz deviation
Limbic residue flux: unstable
Something was coming.
A convergence event.
Possibly a Class-V Chrono-Spiritual Cascade.
Or a Cosmic Residue Pulsewave caused by a decaying Soul-Stem Implant in his third auric layer.
He ran a diagnostic sweep of his internal fate engine.
Nothing. Just static.
The probability pathways had been wiped clean.
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Still... his hands tingled.
Residual trauma from the First Mirror Collapse.
The nerves had been rerouted through his extra-dimensional phantom limbs ever since the metaphysical amputation.
Some days he forgot they were gone.
Other days, he swore he could still feel the weight of the sword he never carried.
That was the price of survival.
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Around him, the ambient flow shifted.
The pressure built like a bio-psychic capacitor, ready to discharge pure potential into the grid of all-that-is.
His veins lit up with light-coded runes, tattooed not by ink, but by the universe's own scripting languageâExistentia-3.
An old tongue. Forgotten by gods, feared by archivists, and outlawed by the Department of Time's Internal Thought Regulation Authority.
And he had spoken it.
Once.
Just once.
And the stars had blinked.
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He knew what came next.
The dislocation. The brief loss of sensory anchoring. The inversion of personal gravity. The weird craving for strawberries.
Symptoms of a Reality Phase Shift Event.
His body was preparing to transition into a more symbolic representation of its core essence.
A fancy way of saying:
He was about to stop being human for a little while.
Maybe a tree.
Maybe an emotion.
Maybe a half-remembered poem inside a dead god's bloodstream.
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But there was no time.
The ether clocks were ticking in reverse now, and his soul-shell had begun to vibrate at a reciprocal echo frequency with the Void's Anterior Pulsebeat.
He had to move.
Even if he didn't know where.
Even if "where" no longer applied.
Because behind it allâbeneath the jargon, beyond the chaosâ
He knew one thing:
Something was watching.
And it understood every layer of his nonsense.
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