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Power Corrupts: Small Moments (ch.16)

“That’s right, get it all out…” I reassuringly whispered to Hestia, holding her hair back as she puked her guts up in an alleyway. Rubbing small soothing circles on her back, coaxing up another wave of vomit and unlike in anime, Hestia sur...

Power Corrupts: Small Compromises (ch.15)

Orario had a bustling nightlife, it seemed as Hestia and I walked through the streets. The magic stone lamps were on, a crescent moon hanging overhead, countless stars twinkling in the sky. As a city boy, born and raised, that was taking some gett...

My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (Stage 1.9)

Trust is something that must be earned, or else it cannot be called trust. If a soldier being lead into war by a commander that he did not trust, they would hesitate. If they obeyed, it was because of duty, or fear of the consequences. They wouldn...

My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (Stage 1.8)

“Hey,” I whisper lamely, trying to shake Padawan awake. With JR-1 shining his flashlight in her face, I saw that her eyes butterflied open, trying to return to the land of consciousness, but not quite managing it. I shook her harder, unsure wh...

My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (Stage 1.7)

*Pssshhew*

I flinched at the sound of Padawan’s beam sword being ignited, casting the dark, looming shadows a light blue. Whipping around on her, half expecting to see her beam sword on a collision course with my neck, only to fin...

Going Native: Smell of Battle (ch.19)

“Planetary elite squad, assault these coordinates. All of them are high-value targets, so don’t leave anything left of them. Be sure to save some fun for the rest of us,” Queen Teach spoke in my ear as the fleet was ripped apart all around u...

Going Native: Smell of Dissent (ch.18)

“Is it done yet?” I asked, looking over at a technician with a pair of smaller arms attached to his regular-sized arms. In the smaller pair of hands were a pair of tools that I didn’t know the name of. What I did know was when it pressed the...

Power Corrupts: Small Moments (ch.16)

“That’s right, get it all out…” I reassuringly whispered to Hestia, holding her hair back as she puked her guts up in an alleyway. Rubbing small soothing circles on her back, coaxing up another wave of vomit and unlike in anime, Hestia sur...

Power Corrupts: Small Compromises (ch.15)

Orario had a bustling nightlife, it seemed as Hestia and I walked through the streets. The magic stone lamps were on, a crescent moon hanging overhead, countless stars twinkling in the sky. As a city boy, born and raised, that was taking some gett...

Power Corrupts: Small Victories (ch.14)

The minotaur hit me like a linebacker, nearly folding me in half and it would have if it weren’t for my sword absorbing the bulk of the blow. Even still, it slammed into me hard enough that the harsh sound of metal on metal rang out...

Issues with posting the next chapter

There seems to be some kind of issue with the site with selecting tiers and pressing the early access buttons. I've messaged the help center, so hopefully, the issue will be resolved soon, but to make sure my supporters receive their rewards, I've...

My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (Stage 1.8)

“Hey,” I whisper lamely, trying to shake Padawan awake. With JR-1 shining his flashlight in her face, I saw that her eyes butterflied open, trying to return to the land of consciousness, but not quite managing it. I shook her hard...

My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (Stage 1.7)

*Pssshhew*

I flinched at the sound of Padawan’s beam sword being ignited, casting the dark, looming shadows a light blue. Whipping around on her, half expecting to see her beam sword on a collision course with my neck, only to fin...

My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (Stage 1.6)

It was good to be on the ground again. JR-1, or Jury Rig-1, resided underneath my cloak, hidden from any wandering greedy hands. My gaze swept over the comers and goers, nearly all of them stopping to look my way. It was rare that som...

Going Native: Smell of Dissent (ch.18)

 “Is it done yet?” I asked, looking over at a technician with a pair of smaller arms attached to his regular-sized arms. In the smaller pair of hands were a pair of tools that I didn’t know the name of. What I did know was when it press...

Going Native: Smell of Change (ch.17)

I made a strategic retreat from the command deck after learning how long it was going to take to reach our destination. This fleet used a different kind of FTL, something about ripping a hole in the space-time continuum, so the Reach�...

Power Corrupts: Small Compromises (ch.15)

Orario had a bustling nightlife, it seemed as Hestia and I walked through the streets. The magic stone lamps were on, a crescent moon hanging overhead, countless stars twinkling in the sky. As a city boy, born and raised, that was taking some gett...

Power Corrupts: Small Victories (ch.14)

Let me know how you feel about the fight scene. I’m a little iffy on it, but I can’t tell if its me being overly critical or if it needs some work. 

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The minotaur hit me like a linebacker, nearly folding me in ...

Power Corrupts: Small Steps (ch.13)

Jericho

Level: 1

Progress to level 2: 197,804/1,000,000

Strength: 60

Endurance: 73 

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