Oblivion

Eighteen-year-old Aine was destined to live a quiet, miserable life. As an Ashand, her only job was to wade the flooded gardens, harvest the creepy flowers that grow out of corpses, and trust the teachings of the Sanctari.  Who are the Sanctari? Just freakishly tall, mask-wearing priests who insist those flowers carry souls to the “Living Gods” in the shining city above. Totally normal. Nothing suspicious about that at all.  Then she stole one of the flowers…  That kicked off a particularly fucked up series of events resulting in her being forced to climb some kind of intergalactic death-tower.  Hmm. Now that I type all this out, it does sound rather depressing… But at least she has me! This galaxy’s most dazzlingly brilliant...it's most outrageously fabulous, [REDACTED].  The viewers are bloodthirsty, the elites are scheming, and I…may or may not be able to help, depending on what time it is. What? I’m not missing my soaps for this.  What to expect: - A story written by a human being. There's absolutely zero AI anywhere in my writing.  - Weak-to-strong progression that combines cyberpunk elements with a unique "magic" system. - LitRPG mechanics grounded in reality and physics. (No all knowing system) - A comedic twist on an extremely grim universe. - An interdimensional invasion, consciousness harvesting, and human livestock. - Found family, class warfare, political scheming. - A sarcastic interdimensional entity and...a baby wombat. New chapters every Monday (Sometimes also on Thursday) at 12:01am ET **If you want to give feedback or help shape the story as I write, join the discord! Link updated.** *Jump on the mailing list for bonus content and updates* Please let me know how I'm doing as you read! I value feedback above all else. Cover Art by Arief Rachmad