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The True-Fire Ascendant

The skies burned for seven days. Rivers boiled. Mountains cracked and fell. Shadows swept across the land like a living tide, consuming all that dared to live. Creatures that can only be described as incarnates that would make even nightmares tremble invaded from a land unknown. Everything they touched would decay out of existence. In that age of ruin, heroes rose only to be swallowed. Kingdoms and Empires fell one by one. Humanity stood at the edge of extinction. And then, when the last dawn dimmed beneath the Hollow Sovereign’s Shroud, something impossible happened. Heroes awakened not with magic or an all powerful sword, but with Concepts. They grasped the very truths of the world: Flame as Will. Water as Memory. Steel as Resolve. Light as Judgement. Darkness as Silence. Powers beyond elements. Powers that decay could not touch. Powers that could fight the invaders on equal terms. With Concept born strength, humanity pushed back the tide. With the Elemental Primordial Beings sacrificing themselves, the incarnates were sealed back to the Abyss from which they came from. - Hundreds watched as my turn came. The ancestral pyre burned in the center of the chamber steady, bright, unyielding. My sister’s flames had danced with joy. My brother’s had flickered with gentle warmth. Mine did nothing. Whispers stirred. Doubt followed. “The Ashencrest are doomed to fall this generation” I stepped forward anyway. “Place your hand into the flame,” the ceremony master said. I obeyed. The world fell away. A spark ignited in the void. Not red. Not gold. White. Flame without heat, without smoke. Fire stripped to its purest meaning. True Fire. It wrapped around my arm and into my core, a dragon shaped blaze roaring silently through my veins. The pyre behind me erupted, flames spiraling upward in a brilliant white coil. The fire warped and constricted until it took shape of our family’s Primordial Ancestral Beast, The Celestial Serpent. Gasps filled the hall. “A new concept of fire…?” “No, it’s more than that…” “True Fire… it’s actually…!” “…just like the legends.” But I couldn’t hear them. All I felt was the truth burning in my chest: A new True Concept hero had been born.
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My First Gacha Pull Gave Me an Epic Succubus Nun

Kurose Akira accidentally gains access to a mysterious game. Within the game, he takes on the role of an Adventurer Guild Leader, recruiting adventurers from other worlds to complete a wide variety of commissions and quests. His very first recruit is nothing more than an ordinary apprentice nun—a weak, unremarkable starting unit by all accounts. Yet Akira soon discovers something abnormal. He can edit and combine the attributes of the adventurers he recruits. [Nun] + [Succubus] + [Unwavering Loyalty] = The Shame of the Succubus, immune to Holy Light. [Crystal Construct] + [Undead] + [Oath Knight] = An Undead Oath Knight whose very skeleton is forged from dazzling crystals. [Valkyrie] + [Red Dragon] + [Undying Flame] = …? As countless attribute combinations are explored, one legendary adventurer after another gathers beneath Kurose Akira’s banner. His guild grows rapidly, becoming a force that defies common sense and established rules. But for some reason, as the guild members continue to grow stronger, the attributes that can be added to them begin to change. They become… strange. [White Tiger] [Tentacles] [Red Warmth] [Void] [Blood Moon] [Brilliant Galaxy] [Mother of Demons]… These bizarre and ominous attributes give birth not only to increasingly eccentric adventurers, but also to a vast, magical, and wondrous journey that draws Akira ever deeper into the unknown. Years later, when the boundary between worlds finally collapses, the guild members step forth from the game world itself. They gather around Kurose Akira, kneel before him, and elevate him— —to the sole throne of godhood in the world.
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