Wonder Earth
Genre : science fantasy, steampunk
By : J.O.E
Summary :
In a futuristic fantasy world a goblin embark on an adventure to hack a powerful magical supercomputer called the 1NFINITY.



There is a world unknown to us that exists under an artificial sun, this world has two moons : the blue moon of the east and the red moon of the west.Both moons achieve the cycle of day and night, during the first cycle the blue moon brings night to the east side of the world while the red moon brings daylight to the west side of the world, during the second cycle the two moons swap and the blue moon brings night to the west while the red moon brings daylight to the east, each cycle is for twelve hours.
In this world there exists an energy called substance M38X-00, codenamed mana. It is sometimes called divine cloud or the fifth element, mana is present in every corner of the world and exists in different forms like water, solid, fire, electricity, light etc but it's purest and most original state is in the form of energ clouds with crystalline properties. Mana is the most important element in the world and is believed to be the progenitor of modern magic, it can be used for combat purposes, powering of machines and devices, healing, etc.
There are special persons with the ability to manipulate mana, they are called wizards some are born with this skill while some others learn it. Wizards are enrolled in special academies where they are trained on how to control and harness their abilities.
This is a age where science and technology have merged with magic to create gadgets that use magic, they are called Magi-techs (magical technogies). The first and greatest achievement of this union is the golden artificial sun which revolves around the world, the truth is that it a powerful supercomputer called the 1NFINITY system. This magnificent magitech absorbs mana energy from atmosphere to create an ever burning light which illumites the world even in the darkest nights.




1: Tale of The Gun-runner

Chapter 1:
It was a sunny after noon, perhaps this was the hour of the second cycle in the eastern town of Glosgwisch, nothing too special is known about the town but today's center of attention was a usually busy diner. A young man strolled in and took a seat, he looked around and called to a waitress
"please get me two egg sandwiches and a can of soda " the waitress nodded as she took down his order in a little jotter. Shortly after his meal was brought, the man licked his lips ready to devour his plate of egg sandwiches but hunger didn't stop him from realizing that his bill was not brought, he wanted to ask but maybe dodging to pay for the meal may do him good.
"don't worry the food is on me" said a voice behind "because you'll be paying me with your own body very soon"
The man knew the owner of the voice, it was Thoedoree Fred manager of the All-win loanshark agency, known for granting loans to gamblers and collecting it back in the least friendly way.
Theodoree sat next to the man, he was followed by two hulking bodyguards who blocked the entrance, the man looked at the loan shark in an uneasy manner as if he was about to be busted. Theodoree took a bite from his sandwich
"he has the strength to buy egg sandwich while his debts keep growing. I'm impressed with that" he commented and the bodyguards burst into laughter gaining the attention of the other customers at the restaurant. The man wore a foolish smile to play along,
"what are you doing here today's not satuday"
Mr Theodoree brought out a bronze square coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air.
"I know that today is not saturday Marcello but All-win is always there for her customers especially the debtors, we've got you all covered" he said and finished the first egg sandwich.
Marcello began to sweat, "I know that but please I'll pay back the loan on saturday as promised, unfailingly"
"unfailingly?, quite a large vocabulary for someone who just lost #2500 for betting on a wrong team in a emperor chess match today. Perhaps you will be expecting a miracle to happen if you are to pay back #60,000 by saturday" he said.
"how did you know that I bet at a chess match today? " asked Marcello as if his greatest secret was exposed before the light.
Mr Theodoree grabbed the second sandwich wanting to eat it but replied
"don't you know that your every move is monitored, even when you take a shit in the toilet we will know. Don't ever imagine that you can escape" one of the bodyguards clenched his fist, "...but if you cannot pay back the loan by Saturday I have a friend who will be in need of able bodied fellows like you to work in his plantation"
"I'll take note"
"good, and I'll be leaving. Thank you for choosing All-win." he said grimly and left with his bodyguards, not without taking the canned soda.

Marcello's plate was empty but luckily his appetite was absent too, he brought out his crumpled betting slip
"Bleep it! that idiot wants to sell me into slavery, how am I gonna get #60,000 before saturday?"
He stood up and left the diner.

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In every society there is a gap between good and evil, rich and poor, heaven and hell. The skytopian cities are luxury cities that float in sky, these cities are technologically advanced with a stable political system that promoted civil rights and gender equality. These futuristic cities had schools, hospitals, supermarkets, hotels, spas, restaurants and good housing, there was law and order, standard system of living, good employment, good security, and healthcare. Magic in these sky cities have been censored and safeguarded for people to use, for generations citizens of the skytopian cities have never experienced an attack or invasion, there are up to fifty skytopian cities but their governments had to spend lots of money in order to keep illegal immigrants from the Outlands sneaking through.
The outlands was used to refer to the world below the sky - the earth, it was made up of towns and rural villages at least most parts, the others were wastelands and inhabitable places. Population of the people in the outlands were mostly "odd-folks"( non humans like elves, trolls goblins, monsters etc), there was a low standard of living, little technological advancements, high crime rate and wide range of "untamed," magic users. The crime conditions down there was so high that powerful crime bosses ruled the towns and even had influence on the banks and the government. There were lots of illegal activities common in the outlands like magic peddling (illegal sales of magic), gun-running, slavery. There were still in existence ancient tribes that practiced archaic rites. Regularly people from the outlands tried to sneak into the skytopian cities by boarding flying trains that imported goods.

We go back to our friend Marcello Grant, it would be common to say that he is a human since he had a pale olive skin, and a brown spiky hair with distinctive purple eyes but no he was a goblin. He had a 2 metre long scorpion tail complete with a venomless sting, if not for only that alone he would have been classified as a human. Marcello was a gun-runner, a type of mercenary specialized in gun magic, for some time now his trade had not been fruitful and topping it up with his gambling addiction - this was definitely an unlucky season for our friend.
The blue moon had arrived and the street paths downtown were becoming less visible. He got to a garage, around it were trash bags, people in the outlands surely were not good with personal hygiene. A cat who was rummaging through one of the bags scampered at the sight of the goblin. Light illumated from within the garage, a sign that the owner was still around, Marcello was greeted by a highbeat jam of Hip Hop music,
"hey Chavo!! you there?!" he called out in the midst of the noisy garage,
"Chavo it's me man! wanna see you for something " no one answered, Marcello didn't want to start searching through the rows of undone cars for his friend. The music suddenly stopped
"hey Marcello my man! long time bro" a little man emerged from underneath a car, his skin was honey brown in colour and he had massively large feets and hands which were unproportional to his tiny body. He had dark curly hair which revealed a pair of catlike ears sprouting out. He was an also an odd-folk like Marcello.
"how's it going Chav? haven't heard of you in a long time" said Marcello
"as you can see..." chavo was wearing an oil stained overall, around his garage were vehicles which needed repairs, it was evident that had kept him from social activities for a while.
"so what of you Marc, how's life treating you?"
Marcello opened his pocket inside out revealing nothing but betting slips,
"as usual always broke" he said
"I see, what of a cold beer?"
"you do read my mind"

Chavo was a motor mechanic and a burrowman-a race of creatures that lived underground, they had a natural ability as blacksmiths and metal working but as the world began to change burrowmen decided find a new trade in repairing machines and magitechs. The two friends enjoyed their beers as they discussed
"I suspect that loanshark had a something to do with me loosing that empire chess game, I bet the right team and no sports analyst would have predicted the underdog team winning today's match " Marcello complained
"anyone can be a winner no matter how underdog they are. I heard that sometimes some loansharks manipulate the games of their debtors to be against their favour so that they will be left stranded with no means to repay their loans and will be sold to the slave market. Slave trade is becoming a booming enterprise." his friend commented,
Marcello wiped his brow "how am I gonna get #60,000 now? Business is low and that, I fear we may be entering a depression era soon"
"don't ask me, if I had that kind of money I wouldn't be working my ass all night like this. I warned you gambling was bullshit, maybe you can sell your tail to the organ market it may be worth #30,000 and your brain for #20,000 or less since you don't know how to use it" Chavo began to laugh.
"don't say that kind of thing" Marcello began to rub his tail protectively "and I'm not afraid of any loanshark to pay him, I'm scouting for money so that I can buy a flight ticket and a visa to any of the skytopian cities up there" he showed his friend his friend an advert flier about a visa purchase
"I can't imagine you still believe in these crap, this is scam!"
"no it isn't, I know two people who bought a flight ticket and living in the sky now"
Chavo squinted his eyes "so you think running away from the outlands can prevent you from the loan shark? They've got an empire!"
"All-win agency only has a big mouth here but they can't stretch their arms to any of the cities in the sky because of a lawsuit against them years back. The agency was banned from business in any of the sky cities" Marcello smiled
"makes sense to me " Chavo the burrowman nodded "someone's gotta doublecross these people once in a while as for me I love it down here, the underground is my home."
Marcello looked up "living in any of the skytopian cities has always been my dream"
"how are you gonna get there when you've been doing messy work for your clients?"
"that's what I just need, to reload my gun and get some gun-runnings going... but I need a client that is willing to pay high"
Chavo gulped down the last of his beer "to get good money as Gun-runner you need to get contacts like assassination or bodyguard or get hired to kill some monsters...but the problem is that you're a one man team and your gun magic skills are a little rusty Marc"
"please don't remind of the other time when I killed the wrong gang member, it was not my mistake they gave me a wrong description" said Marcello "getting contracts are hard but I believe you've got some network"
"I know of a person who is looking for a Gun-runner and willing to pay hard cash"
Marcello's tail shook in excitement "who's the lucky client?"
"I wouldn't say the word lucky for both of you... he runs a drug cartel" said chavo
"this person is the leader of the Troll Triad... they call him the Troll boss"

This actually looks cool, nice start, great story line... Keep it up bro. Love science fiction but cnt write shit on it, so time consuming.

alexblazzzer18:
This actually looks cool, nice start, great story line... Keep it up bro. Love science fiction but cnt write shit on it, so time consuming.

Thanks alot man. This story is actually a mixture of fantasy and science fiction

25thJOE:
Thanks alot man. This story is actually a mixture of fantasy and science fiction

Cool bro, bring more update

Chapter 2

Gun-runners were the wild west gunslingers of the outlands, they were mercenaries that did any odd jobs with enchanted guns. This profession was illegal because most of the Gun-runners where errand boys for the crime syndicate gangs and performed their dirty works, also most of the gun-runners were unregistered users of enchanted guns. Laws were entrenched to secure the usage of enchanted guns and how they were controlled.
It was a cold Thursday night at the Paradise Bite casino and strip club, at the freeway avenue Slovica town of the eastern continent. You could hear the high tempo music vibrate from miles away, and the multi colored disco lights illuminated the streets, Marcello was dressed in a blue coloured suit with a bowtie - in a gentleman strip club you must appear like a gentleman. The entrance of the strip club were men dressed in expensive fur coats, their eyes surveyed the young girls who paraded outside for customers, you could tell they were pimps.
The Paradise Bite had a strict membership- #20,000 for first timers, members were examined to ensure that there were no tails for the government amongst them. Two bouncers stood at the entrance of the club to collect invitation tickets for entry, one was muscular and well built with a single horn sticking from his forehead he wore an almost ripped off black tee shirt which exposed his biceps. A cigarette hung lazily at the corner of his mouth, you could tell that he hated his job. The second was a troll, he resemembled a obese minotuar with his bull head and human body body, he also wore a black tee shirt with a pair of aviator sunglasses. A large golden loop was hooked to his snout which seemed to emit steam.
Marcello walked up to the first bouncer and passed a gnomark bill (the universal currency of this world) to him,
"I want to see the boss" Marcello confided to him
The man smiled revealing a gold tooth, then he blew a cigarette smoke into the goblin's face
"I am the boss" he said
"I mean the troll boss"
He brought out a cigarette stick and a lighter from his pocket, he ignited his cigarette and began to smoke.
"look am the boss around here, I can f*ck you off from here right now and there's nothing you would do, understand me?"
Marcello nodded "alright Mr boss, I'll be leaving now, but if you see the troll boss tell him a gun-runner came by to see him. I wonder how he will feel if he realized another boss is hindering his business." Marcello was turning back to leave
"gun-runner you say?" he man said "show me your qualifications"
Marcello's talking had worked and he smiled. Turning back he spotted a love-vendor fingering a young prostitute under her skirt, she tried to struggle in vain from his grip.
"hey you! Leave the chick alone or handle her like a real man" he called.
"excuse me?" said the love-vendor "you calling me?"
"I'm not sure maybe I'm speaking to a virgin because where I come from that's virgin sex or is your dick too small"
The love-vendor let go of the girl almost throwing her and stomped angrily to the goblin
"you calling me virgin? you say my dick too small? Let me see yours"
He cracked his knuckles ready to give Marcello a good punch but the goblin released his scorpion tail and slammed it on the love-vendor's face. He was dazed from the impact and fell to the ground,
"are you gay or what? That is too rash" Marcello said. The love-vendor stood up and produced a short dagger from his jacket to stab him but Marcello dodged his attempts and twisted the dagger from his hand. He kicked his face and used the dagger to pin love-vendor's hand to the ground.
"AAARGHH" he howled in pain suddenly three more pimps gathered around Marcello and began to fight with him, one brought out an handgun to shoot but the goblin dodged and disharmed him easily, he coiled his tail around the man's neck and and began to choke him. He then shot an approaching love-vendor on the thigh, the last love-vendor seeing his comrades down fled.
Marcello continued strangling the love-vendor
"end" called the troll bouncer "follow me"
Marcello released the man who then fell to the ground and began to gasp for air.
The first love-vendor whose hand was pinned with a dagger began to call
"hey! can anyone help me? I'm stuck" suddenly the prostitute he had earlier molested smashed his forehead with her high-heel.
The troll whispered to the other bouncer and led Marcello inside the Paradise Bite, inside was illuminated with disco lights, strippers entertained their guests with their pole dancing. Marcello knew some of the clubbers were top industry bosses from skytopian cities and the outlands,with evidence one could make good cash blacksmailing these people Marcello thought.
They took a lift to the last floor, there was an hallway at the end where two trolls guarding a door- office of the boss of the troll mob. After investing in drug trafficking and slavery, he built himself a casino where most of his dirty works persisted. The bouncer troll spoke in troll tongue to one of the guards who nodded in response and went into the office. Soon he returned and nodded, meaning Marcello was invited .

The office was decorated with fur pelts and ivories of different creatures - in the ancient times trolls decorated their cave with the skin and bones of their defeated foes, inscence from perfumed candles filled the room, different types of weapons like mallets, maces, clubs, spears, axes hung to the wall looking polished and dangerous. There was the leader of the troll mob and his aide.
The boss like every other troll had a very fat body with the head of a bull, he wore a fur suit with a large golden bling-bling while each of his fingers where adorned with topaz rings. A human girl not more than sixteen sat on his collosal belly while she allowed him to lick her breast, she seemed dazed or rather hypnotized. The girl was dressed in a short red gown with exposed her ass(with no panties), on her neck was a metal collar with a key hole- she was a slave. His aide was also a troll he wore a jacket with a pair of denim jean, his forearm was filled with tattoos but there was something about his eyes that made Marcello wary.
The boss spoke in troll tongue, his aide translated
"what are you and what's your purpose?"
Marcello cleared his throat and answered
"the name's Marcello am a goblin and a gun-runner. I'm here to offer my services as needed"
The boss nodded and said in troll tongue which his aide translated
"what guild do you come from?"
"I work alone, I'm a guild myself"
The boss said again in his language but his aide was hesitant to translate as if his leader had mixed up some vowels and consonants making him hard to understand.
The aide brought out a pistol and threw it to Marcello who caught it, it was an enchanted gun.
"my boss wants you to use it and kill this girl"
"...why? she's his property"
"that's why he wants you to shoot her and prove your loyalty"
The girl who sat on the troll boss belly was sniffing from a small transparent glass cylinder which contained a small purple fire, it was clear she was docile because she was under a sexual hypnosis caused by the perfumed smoke from the fire. Marcello wasn't going to loose his contract and his money because of a slave girl. He pointed the gun at her and fired.
CLICK!
No bullets. The boss laughed and clapped with large clawed hands, he whistled and one of the troll guards outside came in, the boss pointed to the girl and said to them in troll tongue. The guard smiled and took the girl away, she walked in a sleepy and weakly manner, her tired eyes had a look of betrayal. They left.
"where are they taking her to?" Marcello asked
"oh my boss decided to reward them with one of his toys for their hard work, I'm sure they will enjoy her wholeheartedly"
Marcello didn't say anything, the boss was the head of a crime syndicate.
The boss tore open a box of chocolates began to stuff chocolates into his mouth. Business began
The aide passed a file to the goblin
"the mission is to steal a top secret government project called the Midas Formular..."

Chapter 3: The Midas Formula
The Mush Cookies were deserts in the outlands, they were sandy deserts infested with mushrooms - nothing else grew except for mushrooms. No one or anything would be too stupid to live or set up a business there, except for chemical plants.
To reduce chemical pollution in the outlands chemical plants were authorized to be set up in these deserts, at least all chemical wastes could be disposed without any qualms. Rumours also had it that the government carried out experiments and high weapon testsin the deserts - their activities were hidden from public eyes. This time our friend Marcello was given an assignment to steal a so called Midas formula from one of the secret government sites located in a Mush cookie area.

The plan was this - Marcello was to sneak into the chemical plant (provided with a map around the area) without raising suspicion or get caught get into warehouse 5(where the formula was hidden) and grab it. Get out again without getting caught again... simple right?

It was friday morning the second cycle, they drove to a site known as Landers Fall where there was a mush cookie area was located. The two bouncer yesterday and Marcello who sat behind, the troll bouncer drove the Elfwagon C2(a brand of automobile), the other bouncer hummed idly to an unknown music as they sped through the dusty road, it was lonely most times except for a stray dog or deserts rats crossing by .
"so what's this Midas stuff for anyway, some new weapon?"
The bouncer stopped humming and answered
"from what I remember the boss didn't pay for asking questions? "
"I was already thinking you were the boss" Marcello snickered
The man turned back with a one-eyed glare and said "look kid keep your heads up, if you fail this mission you're dead... that's if the government dogs don't kill you first"
Marcella grinned "I'll take note of that"

CAUTION. TOXIC CONCENTRATED AREA. A rusty signboard read
They reached the Mush Cookie desert, dust mixed with the wind that blew. During the day the desert was so hot that even the deserts rabbits were forced to remove their furs, at night the temperature of the desert dropped so low that you can store your ice cream to get block frozen.
It was only a plain desert with different sizes of mushrooms growing, no sign of any chemical plant government nor private. Marcello brought out his tools:
A multipurpose lock-breaker
A chewing gum
An egg sandwich wrapped in a foil
A pocket knife
A pair of anti-illusion shades
Then he used the pocket knife to pinch a little blood on his left finger, a drop of red blood touched the sand and he placed his palm on the ground saying.
"I call thee, come forth my weapon... DUNKIRK!"
In a poof of white smoke an enchanted gun appeared, the ability to name and summon your enchanted gun was the first step into becoming a gun-runner. Marcello picked up the Dunkirk the gun was a mix between a shotgun and a crossbow, he brought out a pouch of mana bullets and loaded it into his gun. He unlocked the weapon and aimed at a desert rabbit,
"got ya" he said as he pulled the trigger, a blast of red light shot out and maimed the rabbit dead. He nodded in approval
"hurry" said one of the men "don't f*ck us up or the boss will kill you"
"will you keep quiet and let me do my job" Marcello began to eat his sandwich. When he finished he said
"I'll begin now" he wore the anti-illusion shades, it was a weird glasses that could enable one to see through magical illusions, one frame of the glasses was rectangular and yellow while the other was round and pink, there was a tiny propeller at the side of the glasses. When he wore it the propeller began to spin, a looked at the desert and before him a mist was clearing.
"an illusionary mist magic" said Marcello "what would someone hide so badly to cast an illusion?"
After the mist disappeared, the desert was not much different except for a large chemical plant in the middle of the desert, no one else could see it except Marcello with the aid of the illusionary shades.
The plant was fully functioning with workers, guards and drones. NO CERTIFIED WORKERS ALLOWED FROM THIS POINT. SITE 77. A signboard read, on a large signboard was a symbol : a picture of a golden sun with an eye at it's middle, it was the One-eyed Sun symbol of the world government.

25thJOE:


Chapter 3: The Midas Formula
The Mush Cookies were deserts in the outlands, they were sandy deserts infested with mushrooms - nothing else grew except for mushrooms. No one or anything would be too stupid to live or set up a business there, except for chemical plants.
To reduce chemical pollution in the outlands chemical plants were authorized to be set up in these deserts, at least all chemical wastes could be disposed without any qualms. Rumours also had it that the government carried out experiments and high weapon testsin the deserts - their activities were hidden from public eyes. This time our friend Marcello was given an assignment to steal a so called Midas formula from one of the secret government sites located in a Mush cookie area.

The plan was this - Marcello was to sneak into the chemical plant (provided with a map around the area) without raising suspicion or get caught get into warehouse 5(where the formula was hidden) and grab it. Get out again without getting caught again... simple right?

It was friday morning the second cycle, they drove to a site known as Landers Fall where there was a mush cookie area was located. The two bouncer yesterday and Marcello who sat behind, the troll bouncer drove the Elfwagon C2(a brand of automobile), the other bouncer hummed idly to an unknown music as they sped through the dusty road, it was lonely most times except for a stray dog or deserts rats crossing by .
"so what's this Midas stuff for anyway, some new weapon?"
The bouncer stopped humming and answered
"from what I remember the boss didn't pay for asking questions? "
"I was already thinking you were the boss" Marcello snickered
The man turned back with a one-eyed glare and said "look kid keep your heads up, if you fail this mission you're dead... that's if the government dogs don't kill you first"
Marcella grinned "I'll take note of that"

CAUTION. TOXIC CONCENTRATED AREA. A rusty signboard read
They reached the Mush Cookie desert, dust mixed with the wind that blew. During the day the desert was so hot that even the deserts rabbits were forced to remove their furs, at night the temperature of the desert dropped so low that you can store your ice cream to get block frozen.
It was only a plain desert with different sizes of mushrooms growing, no sign of any chemical plant government nor private. Marcello brought out his tools:
A multipurpose lock-breaker
A chewing gum
An egg sandwich wrapped in a foil
A pocket knife
A pair of anti-illusion shades
Then he used the pocket knife to pinch a little blood on his left finger, a drop of red blood touched the sand and he placed his palm on the ground saying.
"I call thee, come forth my weapon... DUNKIRK!"
In a poof of white smoke an enchanted gun appeared, the ability to name and summon your enchanted gun was the first step into becoming a gun-runner. Marcello picked up the Dunkirk the gun was a mix between a shotgun and a crossbow, he brought out a pouch of mana bullets and loaded it into his gun. He unlocked the weapon and aimed at a desert rabbit,
"got ya" he said as he pulled the trigger, a blast of red light shot out and maimed the rabbit dead. He nodded in approval
"hurry" said one of the men "don't f*ck us up or the boss will kill you"
"will you keep quiet and let me do my job" Marcello began to eat his sandwich. When he finished he said
"I'll begin now" he wore the anti-illusion shades, it was a weird glasses that could enable one to see through magical illusions, one frame of the glasses was rectangular and yellow while the other was round and pink, there was a tiny propeller at the side of the glasses. When he wore it the propeller began to spin, a looked at the desert and before him a mist was clearing.
"an illusionary mist magic" said Marcello "what would someone hide so badly to cast an illusion?"
After the mist disappeared, the desert was not much different except for a large chemical plant in the middle of the desert, no one else could see it except Marcello with the aid of the illusionary shades.
The plant was fully functioning with workers, guards and drones. NO CERTIFIED WORKERS ALLOWED FROM THIS POINT. SITE 77. A signboard read, on a large signboard was a symbol : a picture of a golden sun with an eye at it's middle, it was the One-eyed Sun symbol of the world government.

I like to know what happens next