Novels by Koldson Qubrin

A golden-haired boy appeared in a grand temple, his body materializing in the heart of the sacred hall surrounded by golem frog dragons. Towering pillars stretched toward the heavens, etched with golden runes that pulsed with an ancient, unseen force. A serene incense filled the air, Tension could be felt with deep displeasure from a Elder who had a dragon staff with a long golden strands hair and white beared . Draped in flowing robes, his eyes were sharp like celestial blades, yet held a depth that spoke of wisdom carved through centuries. The boy fell to his knees, pressing his forehead against the cool marble floor in deep reverence. "Disciple greets Master." A long silence followed, thick with unspoken rebuke. Then, the teacher finally spoke. "You failed to stop them, indeed not your fault but you shall bear guilt for all race ." The words were neither loud nor reprimanding, but they carried enough weight to make the boy’s bones feel heavy. "Master…" he started, but th

*More salad here," "Can you finish that.." "Hey have you heard" "what. Huh.. Wait who is that.. He just hit me by without apologising" "ooh, he was the kid that got beaten by a disciple of ours" "Trash..anyway Heard the illusion Realm is opening.. The cafeteria buzzed with lively chatter, students filling the space with laughter, clinking trays, and the occasional outburst from overly enthusiastic groups. The scent of freshly baked bread and grilled meat lingered in the air, mixing with the sharper tang of spices. Max, flanked by the girls, finally secured a table near one of the large windows, where golden sunlight spilled in, warming the polished wooden surface. Just good!! (sarcasm*) Just as he settled, a stern voice pulled him from his brief respite. "Max, since you're the only guy here, you should do the honors and get the orders." He blinked. "Huh? Why me?" "Because you're the only guy here," Sarah repeated with a smirk, resting her chin on her palm.

The training hall was a wreck. Broken wooden dummies lay scattered like fallen soldiers, their limbs twisted and splintered. Sarah hung upside down from the wall, her hair brushing the floor, her face a mix of frustration and amusement. Max stood in the center of the chaos, his backpack slung over one shoulder, Momo peeking out with wide, nervous eyes. “So,” Max said, glancing at the carnage, “this is what you’ve been up to?” Sarah sighed. “Training. Or trying to. These dummies are… relentless.” As if on cue, a loud *clank* echoed through the hall. The last remaining dummy—a towering monstrosity with glowing violet eyes—stepped forward, its joints creaking ominously. “That one’s the boss,” Sarah said, pointing. “It’s got a **Strength Core**. Tried beating it at its focus once, but Marco Polo, that stuff has some thick nerves. So now we go with Plan B Strategy!” Max raised an eyebrow. “And you thought hanging upside down was Plan B? That’s a good strategy?” *Hmm… Pl

Max stood before the trial chamber, his emotions calm yet his thoughts ever-moving. He had expected to step forward immediately, but instead, he was told to wait. "Prepare yourself," the receptionist had said. "The higher-ups haven’t sent someone for you yet." So, Max waited. He took in the grand hall, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of aged parchment and incense filled the air. Disciples walked past, whispering, some casting lingering glances in his direction. He ignored them. He lowered himself onto a wooden bench, closing his eyes. His heartbeat slowed. Meditation wasn't something he often indulged in, but he needed clarity. His breathing steadied. The world faded. Minutes passed. Then an hour. Max finally rose and approached the receptionist. "Has anyone come yet?" She shook her head. "Not yet." Just as he turned away, the sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears. A sharp, clipped voice followed. "Ah. So you’r

Beep* Beep* 【 Anomaly spotted.... Bling schrhnnng!! Anomaly Identified DETAILS: World Fissure[Time] A part created due to unstable timeline. Appears to breach into another timeline of the same space. ROUTE: Past TIMEMARK: Era of Cultivation, Time of Great Sects and Sovereigns TIME DC: FIRST world Century before counting RANK CAP: SOVEREIGN - MONARCH Note: A Sovereign is a level zero being who hasn't achieved equilibrium and fused his core after equality to become a Monarch. They tend to live as long as they cultivate under normal conditions, but most die within 1000 years regardless.】 ###****### The system prompt came in as Max walked with the rest of the team, Him and Sarah, side by side. The cohort emerged into a wilderness that defied mortal description—a lush, primordial forest where reality seemed to bend at its edges. The air hummed with spiritual essence, thick with the heady perfume of otherworldly blooms and rich, vital earth. Ancient trees, their tr

### **Chapter 6:* Beneath a shadowed moon, a castle loomed, its spires gleaming like black glass. The structure stood as a relic of a bygone era, its dark marble walls reflecting the fractured light of the broken sky. Beside it sprawled a ruined garden, wild and untamed—vines coiled around crumbling stone, wildflowers glowing faintly under the unnatural moonlight. At the garden’s heart stood a shattered fountain, its stagnant water shimmering eerily, as if holding secrets of the past. The air hung heavy, silent, until the distant thud of hooves shattered the stillness. Shadows stirred as the sound grew louder. The night waited, breathless. --- **Swung* Swung*** The whistling of a heavy weapon cut through the air, its violent pace betraying the resolve of its wielder. A man clad in a dark singlet and thick pants swung a broadsword forged from gel ore, its purple blade glinting dimly under the cold light. Sweat streamed down his face, his breathing steady but labored. Each swing