The letter was short. Simple, even. Just a single line—but from the rushed, nearly illegible scrawl, Maria could see Lynn’s urgency clearly.
“Ruth’s condition has worsened.” Then came a scratched-out segment, though Maria could vaguely discern it as a plea—‘Try to think of something.’
“Come home quickly, Maria.”
It was the crossed-out part that made her deeply uneasy.
Why?
Why had her father Lynn written it only to strike...
2025-08-04 18:50:38 +0000 UTC
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“In foiling the heretical conspiracy against Torrent City, one noble sister’s contribution has been nothing short of extraordinary!
It was she who tore through the Abyss cultist's disguise with searing flames in Emerald Port.
It was she who shattered their delusions in the Lower Quarters with calm resolve!
She is none other than the devout sister from Seth Territory, a faithful servant of the Radiant Lord—Sister Maria!”
Devout. Holy. Compassionate.
She cl...
2025-08-04 03:16:59 +0000 UTC
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January 15th, Solar Year 999.
Weather: Overcast, light rain.
The sky was a blanket of dull gray, with thin strands of icy rain occasionally brushing against one’s cheeks—dreamlike, almost surreal, yet steeped in a quiet sorrow. Maria stood still in her black dress outside the Radiant Church’s grand hall, gazing up at the gloomy sky, breathing in the chill air, lost in her thoughts.
The weather was not exactly fitting.
To...
2025-08-02 21:54:18 +0000 UTC
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A man-made catastrophe that could’ve reduced all of Torrent City into a polluted graveyard was smothered just before it took form.
But that didn’t mean everything was over.
Though the Abyssal remnants left behind posed no threat to transcendent beings, they still carried pollution and erosion that could affect ordinary people. For the next week or so, priests from the Radiant Church and spellweaving units from the military would have to handle the sanitation effort. Fil...
2025-08-01 19:09:29 +0000 UTC
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The brilliance surged forth in a blinding, overwhelming blaze!
Infused with the unshakable will of the black-robed nun, the holy radiance descended like thunder and flame, ruthlessly purging all filth and pus into harmless blue mist. And standing at the heart of the light, Miss Maria seemed like a divine figure wielding the authority of light itself—so radiant that none dared meet her gaze!
She gave her enemy no chance at all.
Maria, drawing on her seasoned instin...
2025-07-31 18:21:10 +0000 UTC
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Those who taint themselves with the power of the Abyss are destined to be swallowed by it in the end.
Captain Moll had long known this.
Especially someone like him—who harbored the Abyssal creature known as the Root Serpent within his own body. Even surviving in a grotesque form, half-human, half-worm, his days were numbered. Rotted muscle and decaying organs peeled off him bit by bit, while the greedy and malicious will of that thing constantly threatened to overtake his...
2025-07-31 12:24:55 +0000 UTC
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“…To choose to forsake darkness and embrace the light it proves your nature is good at heart,” said the black-robed nun, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her hands folded neatly into her wide sleeves.
That calm, subtly meaningful smile made Su feel as though she’d seen right through him.
“I was just ignorant back then,” he replied, voice thick with repentance. “It was only through the grace of a noble that I’ve been given the chance to renou...
2025-07-30 18:33:24 +0000 UTC
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The warrior clad entirely in menacing, pitch black armor an Abyss Bound clearly excelled in raw strength, his massive greatsword gripped in both hands and swung down with brutal force. Yet that overwhelming strike was parried head-on by the war axe of none other than Sister Dolores, the Steel Nun.
The collision between their weapons sent out a visible shockwave of white mist, cutting through the air like feathered blades!
Even the trembling air itself seemed to wail in prot...
2025-07-29 21:03:19 +0000 UTC
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“It’s finally almost over…”
Deep beneath the sewer tunnels, an unmarked passage twisted with darkness as the massive, writhing creature—the Root Serpent—slithered forward. Su, who had lamented his luck ever since entering the Fractured, swayed his head. As someone branded under the evil alignment, redeeming himself wasn’t easy.
Even after he’d managed to latch onto a connection with the noble military...
There was no telling when some justice-obsessed ...
2025-07-29 11:38:27 +0000 UTC
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It took Sister Dolores, the Steel Nun, no more than half an hour to bulldoze through a full quarter of Torrent City’s lower district. Everywhere she passed, every twisted, grotesque abomination was reduced to primal debris. Not a single monstrosity survived.
And the count only kept climbing as she advanced deeper into the sewers.
By the time word reached the Operations Hall, the war room that had once buzzed with activity was struck dumb with stunned si...
2025-07-28 21:09:23 +0000 UTC
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Had she died by friendly hands, then the Black-Robed Nun would’ve gone down as one hell of a cruel joke.
Thankfully, neither Maria nor Phoenix were amateurs. Holding back just enough power for contingencies had long become second nature to seasoned warfighters like them. In that split second—when the sudden quake plunged the chamber into shadow and their target vanished—both of them instinctively turned their blades toward each other!
...
2025-07-27 09:04:14 +0000 UTC
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The greatsword shrieked through the air.
Maria twisted sideways just in time, her left hand still gripping the disconnected swordstaff, but the wide arc of Phoenix’s blade was already descending. The titanic force behind it scattered debris and sundered the very floor beneath her boots. Sparks and flame burst forth as steel kissed stone—she deflected the blow with the flat of her blade, a parry more reflexive than intentional. The echoing clang rang like a cracked bell, loud ...
2025-07-26 20:52:35 +0000 UTC
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Twin bladed staffs carved through the air in perfect unison, one left and one right—a flash of silver elegance slicing through the stagnant air like ribbons of light. As they carved low arcs through the gloom, a sharp whine followed in their wake. The force of the strike, unleashed with the full momentum of the black-robed nun’s frontal charge, collided with a bloodstained scimitar in a shower of sparks and steel.
This was no ordinary attack—it was the Dance of Sl...
2025-07-25 18:04:21 +0000 UTC
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That intense sense of deathly oppression brought a flurry of negative effects to Phylin!
Cold limbs! Paralysis! Shame! Rage! These complex and overwhelming emotions surged like a massive flood, ultimately becoming the shattering blow that broke his inner chains! If his earlier talent had merely created a crack in the wall restraining his potential, then now—he had smashed that wall to pieces!
At the brink of death, Phylin became one of the first beta testers to step onto ...
2025-07-21 12:18:45 +0000 UTC
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Superb agility and precise swordsmanship combined to form an efficient killing blade.
The black-robed nun’s class, [Bloodbound Scholar], granted her terrifying insight. The cores buried deep within the decaying bodies of the [Root of Man] were hard to locate, but Maria’s clear eyes rarely missed their mark. No matter how well hidden, her faintly glowing sword-staff always found its target!
Because of that—
When she casually sliced through one grotesque [Root of ...
2025-07-20 19:39:43 +0000 UTC
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Luck is like currency.
The more you spend, the more you must repay. This was one of the hidden rules in [Fractured]. Though Phoenix’s team had gone unscathed in the earlier sweep against the [Kasath Reclamation Army], their luck had to run out eventually. And it did—when they were ambushed by the [Root of Man].
Unlike the previous skirmish fought under cover of night, this battle unfolded in broad daylight.
This time, Maria and her group could clearly witness how ...
2025-07-19 18:56:01 +0000 UTC
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As the Church and noble military forces advanced into the lower districts, it took mere minutes for Maria to sense battles breaking out in multiple directions with varying levels of intensity.
The dark, decaying power of the [Root of Man] surged like a beacon in the darkness. Triggered by long-established magical detection wards throughout Torrent City, crimson alarm barriers lit up across the clear sky, signaling enemy assaults from all sides. Sensing the coordinated ambush, Pho...
2025-07-19 11:28:18 +0000 UTC
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The reserve believers, finally released from their seemingly endless training under church orders, were given their first task—maintaining public order.
The Glorious Cathedral urgently needed additional manpower to restore stability in the lower districts. Having grown weary of playing hide-and-seek with those heretics wielding "Abyssal" power, the Church decided to cooperate with the military and nobles in a full-scale purge. The military, eager to test out their new steam-pow...
2025-07-18 16:10:22 +0000 UTC
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I'm sorry that its ai-generated
I'm to broke to hire an artist
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2025-07-18 00:36:23 +0000 UTC
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Usually, transcendentals who met the requirements and consumed the advancement elixir had nothing to worry about.
But misfortune had always taken a liking to Maria.
When the mad, meaningless murmurs thundered through her mind like a runaway train, a violent urge surged up inside her—an overwhelming, primal fury that made her want to rip everything apart! It was as though a decade's worth of suppressed rage had exploded all at once!
‘It’s the true blood of [Cainh...
2025-07-17 15:39:48 +0000 UTC
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"Ghost Mask Flower, a vial of Swamp Banshee's blood, oh~~ and the heartwood of White Oak... These are all ingredients needed for class advancement elixirs that require real brains. Take them, Sister Maria."
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me. I happen to be quite skilled at potion brewing," the elderly priest with thick glasses said jokingly, shaking his head. But truth be told, no one would dare taste anything brewed by an old priest with poor eyesight and shaky hands.
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2025-07-16 22:49:37 +0000 UTC
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Pastor Lynn's letter, like that of any father worried about his child wandering afar, was filled with concern for Maria's safety. He reminded her to take care of herself, not to let her gentle heart put her in danger, and to always prioritize her well-being.
At the end, he added a sheepish little note asking whether there were any tasty foods or fun things in Torrent City—perhaps she could send some back? Preferably... a lot?
Maria didn’t even have to think.
She c...
2025-07-15 17:17:06 +0000 UTC
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Anyone willing to give up their rest to talk nonsense with her—Maria took that as a good sign.
At the agreed time, Sister Maria entered the chapel. As usual, she stepped lightly through the doors just as the gray-haired Archbishop finished his prayers to the gods. From the less-than-pleasant look on his face, Maria guessed the Sun Gods still hadn't deigned to respond to their faithful.
In both the beta and full release, no one ever found out why the Sun Gods vanished so s...
2025-07-15 16:57:46 +0000 UTC
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As a cleric, one must devote their whole body, heart, and soul to the service of the gods.
Those heretics who covet divine power yet refuse to offer due sacrifice do not deserve to live under the protection of the First Flame!
To the [Radiant Church], the [Kasath Reclamation Army] were exactly that kind of despicable heresy. They had turned to the [Abyss], rejected the brilliance of the Sun Gods, and responded to divine punishment not with repentance, but with deeper blasph...
2025-07-14 22:51:11 +0000 UTC
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[Fractured] called itself a second world, and from the closed beta testers' perspective, the AI was practically indistinguishable from real people.
That realism came with complications.
NPCs in [Fractured] had all the same flaws and vices as humans—greed, lust, hunger for power, and gluttony. But that very realism also made the game world more manipulable. If a quest stalled out, players could often nudge it forward with clever little tricks~
And those "little trick...
2025-07-14 22:35:07 +0000 UTC
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"...And that, in full, is what happened at Emerald Port."
Calmly facing the two solemn-faced [White Priests], Maria showed no sign of guilt or remorse for ordering the port to be set ablaze.
It had been six hours since the harrowing battle.
Upon returning to Flowing City, Archbishop Mark's prearranged personnel had immediately placed Maria under temporary house arrest, assigning two trusted aides to question her about the events in Emerald Port. After all, for a nun w...
2025-07-13 14:31:35 +0000 UTC
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The Godless.
In some sense, Maria was one of them. She held no sincere belief in any deity—instead, she gazed upon the divine as equals, with a defiant heart that bordered on blasphemy. And yet, this irreverent human could move freely within one of the core pillars of the Solar pantheon’s church.
Moll could never understand it.
So, he tried to get close to this faithless nun favored by the gods. What did she pray to? The divine, others, or... herself?
"I’m...
2025-07-12 18:47:20 +0000 UTC
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Arson—no matter the era—has always been a grave crime.
Captain Moll’s mouth hung open in shock. His gaze toward the black-clad nun now resembled that of someone staring at an eldritch god walking openly among mortals. This was Emerald Port! A hub of wealth connected to all of Flowford’s maritime commerce, its seasonal traffic alone generated unimaginable fortune.
If the entire port went up in flames…
He didn’t need to think hard to imagine the nobility of ...
2025-07-11 20:01:07 +0000 UTC
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Graceful movements, elegant footwork—the faintly glowing swordstaff danced through the darkness like a glimmering sprite. The NPC named Maria was teaching this group of novices in the best way possible: through action.
In the world of [Fractured], attributes are only the foundation.
They determine the physical capability to execute certain techniques or abilities. When reflexes are fast enough, strength high enough, senses sharp enough, and one’s body strong enough to s...
2025-07-11 19:41:36 +0000 UTC
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A piercing howl echoed through the empty port.
It was like a signal, and in the next moment, the once-silent harbor came alive with overlapping footsteps—dozens, maybe hundreds—racing through the shadows just beyond the reach of their lantern light. With her superior night vision, Maria saw hordes of shambling, corpse-like figures dragging themselves from cracks and corners no sane person would have thought to look.
The scene resembled a zombie outbreak from a horror ga...
2025-07-10 18:27:37 +0000 UTC
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