Dawn Avante Book 1: White Tower

By The Sloth of Bangkok

The young man remembered.
Through flames and ocean, he fought, all to be the symbol of hope. He started with a fist, then a gun, now a psychic blade. Some say the merging of his planet with this beautiful hell was a curse — that the Earth was doomed.
As an optimist, he disagreed. They weren’t merged into a world with monsters and tyrants. The monsters were locked in the same world with a hero. What happened next was a tale as old as time.
A sound of fighting was heard in the distance. He felt the presence of an old foe and several old burdens. It appeared Chronicler’s victory didn’t drill the lesson into that psychopath’s brain. Fine. He stood. He didn’t mind hard-carrying those idiots on his shoulder again.
The hero vanished in the blur, speeding to save the day.
...
How did we get here? Well, let's go back a few hours before shit hits the fan. To a young porter who didn’t know that fate had a greater plan for him.
Plans which involved comic wars, slaying outer-gods, and grenades.
So. Many. Grenades.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Sloth of Bangkok
• Release date: Jul 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005144449

The Sloth of Bangkok

I picked writing as a hobby when I was sixteen. I admit starting out to improve my creative and English skills. Hence, I started writing original novels. Some of them end in disaster (youthful mistakes of a kid who was never that good at grammar). Right now, I’m operating from an author equivalent of a shack, with free spell-checking software programs and no editor.Then I discover I have become a Sloth.Sloth as an animal is a low energy NEET. Their greatest claim of flame is the ability to blend in the background. They fail at life, and the only thing they are good at is one thing they never mean to do (swimming).And thus I embrace my new status. I have failed to launch my official career and now attempt to make a headway into a subject my BEng and MSc degree never meant to do — write.I have become The Sloth of Bangkok.

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Dawn Avante

Book 1: White Tower

By The Sloth of Bangkok

Copyright 2022 Sloth of Bangkok

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Loser is Planet Earth

Chapter 2: Savior and Politic

Chapter 3: Text of the Pessimist

Chapter 4: Sinister Development

Chapter 5: Power of Orwell

Chapter 6: Cometh the Restorer

Chapter 7: The Last Grasp of the Night

Chapter 8: Spawn from Malice

Chapter 9: Knight of Dawn

Chapter 10: White Tower — Case Closed

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White Tower

The young man remembered.

Through flames and ocean, he fought, all to be the symbol of hope. He started with a fist, then a gun, now a psychic blade. Some say the merging of his planet with this beautiful hell was a curse — that the Earth was doomed.

As an optimist, he disagreed. They weren’t merged into a world with monsters and tyrants. The monsters were locked in the same world with a hero. What happened next was a tale as old as time.

A sound of fighting was heard in the distance. He felt the presence of an old foe and several old burdens. It appeared Chronicler’s victory didn’t drill the lesson into that psychopath’s brain. Fine. He stood. He didn’t mind hard-carrying those idiots on his shoulder again.

The hero vanished in the blur, speeding to save the day.

…

How did we get here? Well, let's go back a few hours before shit hits the fan. To a young porter who didn’t know that fate had a greater plan for him.

Plans which involved comic wars, slaying outer-gods, and grenades.

So. Many. Grenades.

Chapter 1: The Loser is Planet Earth

Humans, by nature, often immediately regret wishes they made.

Or, as common meme-farmers often say — ‘the risk I took was calculated, but, man, I'm bad at math.’

Among those regretful moaners was Yuri Ushakov. The young Russian shut-in with bare-bones expectation for the mundane life on Earth got his wish granted by the almighty monkey’s paw. The wish? To change the boring world he inhabited into something more ‘exciting’.

Well, wish granted, Yuri. Planet Earth had been grafted to a cosmic realm of Phantasia. Here, all species of fantasy breathed and lived. They got Elves, Beastkins, Merfolks, Demons and even Divine-races (aka the gods). Modern day Earth finally found its cosmic neighbors. Children everywhere could finally see that flying carpet and cool magic technology.

But, by the monkey’s paw, there was a hefty price for the wish.

The catch was the fact some neighbors could be an asshole. Jerkass was in full swing here in Phantasia. Denizens of the fantasyland respected only one thing — Strength. Mystical might and superhuman power ruled Phantasian nations and societies. Sure, Earth got nukes, but in Phantasia, a superhuman one-man-army was a wee-bit more effective than modern weaponry. What could the mystically deficient Earth do when the invading nation’s average foot-soldiers were comparable to a tank, while elites made nuclear weapons look like pea-shooters?

Yuri tiredly looked over the mountain and saw two moons in the sky. It was the reflection of this bizarre, unpleasant reality facing him.

Within the first few months of the assimilation to this new reality, Earth officially got its crotch kicked. Small nations immediately collapsed. South-East Asia, South America and Africa got hit the worst from the Demon's invasion. China went completely isolationist. Korea got taken over by the Beastkins, and Japan got the ‘protection’ from, of all places, Asgard. India was lucky some gods helped it out. Yuri’s home — Russia — and America faced the worst refugee crisis of the known memory. Meanwhile, the EU was rumored to be taken over by a foreign faction. The entire world would have fallen if the Phantasian version of the UN, and Mt. Olympus hadn't arrived to deter more escalation.

Yuri sighed. Who knew fantasy worlds had a turf war?

Like any multicultural world that reached a certain stage of stability, Phantasia had factions. However, just to make life difficult for your local physicist, the surface of Phantasia was twelve-fold of Earth itself. With such an area, size and power were a given.

No one knew why the gravity of such a humongous landmass wasn’t crushing everyone to death. Physicists were too busily puzzling themselves with the existence of Mana to comprehend the trans-dimensional nature of Phantasia. Yuri knew some places in Phantasia had three suns, some — like his current accommodation — had two moons, while others were exactly like his good old home. Reality seemed to work differently around here.

But while reality may take a break, the selfish nature of life found itself right at home.

Phantasian factions were a bundle of self-interest in perpetual conflict with each other. The most egregious about their hostility was the Demonic Continent in the south-hemisphere of Phantasia. They were the land of Demons, fully responsible for the collapses of many countries. The Continent was a military state, infamous for its mercenary nature and led by the ancient Aztellic Clan of the Demon.

Then there was the saving grace of Earth, the Seven Continental Alliance (SCA). An alliance of seven Phantasian powers meant to maintain the geopolitical status quo. The reason they saved the Earth remained unknown, but their rampant interference on the planet suggested anything but charity. The seven groups composing the SCA were: the Northland of the Elves, the Grand Empire, the Desert Commerce Nation of Elypt, Zen Archipelago, Tri-Coalition of Tengen Continent, the Noble of Aurorin, and, the Monument of Phantasia, Balperia.

Proving no fantasy world was completed without the religious nut, the Holy Grace Church of Majestopia existed as both permanent suspect for the takeover of Europe and the eternal warmonger against the Vampires. The increase in the concentration of its churches and inquisitors in Germany, France, and Poland wasn’t happening in a vacuum. Yuri might feel bitter about this group, but even he admitted they had a point to insist the Vampires was a race of eugenic-obsessed slavers and rapists dressed in suits.

Yuri worked as a porter for more than half a year and the Vampire’s attack were brutal, disturbing, and gruesome. Screwed Twilight. Vampires were rabid bloodthirsty animals, not a sex symbol.

Then there was the smart-ass. The Isle of Knowledge (IK), a technological-hoarding corporatocracy that had more in common to a war-profiteering company than a country, led by a singular Director and his gaggle of Managers.

And after the smart-ass, there was pride. Enma Clan was the huge family of Divine Beastkins whose ancestor could be traced back to the gods. Governments claimed the Demonic Continent destroyed those countries, but smarter sources insisted Enma Clan hold the Demon’s leash. As a major creditor of the Demonic Continent, the Enma’s influence was subtle but horrifying.

Last but not least, the strongest overlords of all Phantasian, the Divine-race. Their agents — the Divine Fist — founded by Odin, were forcefully conscripted from the most