Lattice of Forgotten Gods
Author's Note (Prologue): Welcome to the void between gods. This webnovel explores a universe hostile to meaning, where ascension is infection and survival demands unbecoming. Inspired by cosmic horror masters and subverted xianxia, expect weekly chapters with escalating dread. Comment your "becoming" choices – they might influence arcs!
Prologue: The Trembling Sky
In the year of the Fading Eclipse, on a world called Eria-7, the stars began to tremble.
Not all at once. Not with violence. It started as a whisper in the night sky – a single constellation flickering like a candle in wind. Astronomers dismissed it as atmospheric distortion. Priests called it a sign of divine favor, the Daluo – our unbound saviors – stirring to intervene once more.
But I knew better. My blood knew.
I am Lira Voss, last of the Voss lineage, cursed with the echo-weight of ancestors who once served a god. Their choices press against my skull like fingers in dough, shaping thoughts I never owned. That night, as the tremors spread, I felt it: revulsion crawling up my spine, unexplained dread flooding my veins. The stars weren't trembling.
They were remembering.
Eria-7 had been "saved" before. A Daluo had appeared a century ago, rewriting our sun's decay with a gesture. Plasma rebalanced. Fusion reignited. Billions preserved. But the fix left threads – invisible filaments linking us to distant galaxies. Crops failed in sync with unseen worlds. Plagues crossed voids, carrying memories that weren't ours.
Now, the lattice was tightening again. The pattern returning.
I clutched my grandfather's journal, pages stained with his final scrawl: "The gods don't break us. Their mercy does." As the sky rhythm pulsed, I wondered: What would I become to escape this grinding?
The universe didn't answer. It never does.
It just waits for you to fracture.