Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20Quest
MC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpq
Sect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharing
Folklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd
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While it is tempting to create some fake identities to go along with the new auras you've attained, and nearly as tempting to show them off to your mother and ghostly bodyguard, you can play dress up and flaunt your new powers later. Right now, you need to get back to the tournament as quickly as possible so you don't miss a match or go missing for so long that your guests start asking questions and wondering if you're plotting something. But there should be enough time for you to practice swapping between your auras and keeping them repressed and hidden to keep them a secret trump card up your sleeve for the matches to come. And so you can know exactly how each of them works and what sort of advantage they'd give you in a fight.

Your natural aura of Ill Omen, gives your opponents bad luck but more importantly, represses and seals their own Auras which makes fighting them much easier.

Wading out of the hot springs and wringing out your hair, you decide to Start with the Aura of Primordial and Ghostly Nobility. It is a lot like circulating Qi, but rather than pushing spiritual energy through your meridians, you're drawing it up from your cultivation base and shrouding your golden core with it. It is a...interesting sensation, though not unpleasant and uncomfortable. The waters around you ripple and strange lights sparkle in the steam and mist wrapping around your bare body as you manifest the Aura of The Queen of Beasts and Ghosts

<span class="mu-s"> Aura: Queen of Beasts and Ghosts attained and manifested. Effect: Weakens human and living opponents (Debuffs their stats), and strengthens Beast and Ghost allies, bends weaker beasts and ghosts to the wielder's will, and boosts their and the users bestial/ ghostly physique and techniques. An "Army" type aura, that summons illusionary soldiers from within the aura, if none fitting the auras criteria are present. The constant flow of Beastly and Ghostly energies from Huanliuxue increases output, increasing her stamina/ vitality/ spirituality (Buffing her HP and MP, more or less), and giving similar but reduced benefits for troops. Abnormal and temporary evolutions may be attained through this aura </span>
Cont

You have been Isekaied into an unknown game world in medieval times with MAGIC and shit. Choose your age.

>18 Fresh outa high school- Low real-world experience but at least you know a bunch of useless facts and/or athletic ball chucker. Some possible backgrounds. Jock, Nerd, Gamer, Eagle scout.

>25 Wage Slave/College debtor - Possible real-world experience or maybe choose a degree that could be useful in this new world. Some possible backgrounds. Mechanic, Drug Dealer, College Grad.

>35 Unc Statis - You just got your idea job now you're in this shit at least your back hurts a bit less. Most real-world experience and skills but stats can fall off with age. Some possible backgrounds. Engineer, Contractor, Professional Hunter.

Feel free to add backgrounds when you are choosing your age.

The Caretaker Quest - Part 9

This is part 9 of the "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".
An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.
Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.
Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing.

Quick recap so far:
>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.
>Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.
>Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.
>You obtained a piece of The Beast
>Salazar has now escaped his child body prison.
>The Beast is now trying to escape under any circumstance
>Both you and Salazar are going through Merlin's trials in order to reach the most powerful source of magic available
>You are close on his heels
What will happen now? Let's find out!


Part 8 here >>6317377

links to previous threads
Part 1:
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6038711/

Part 2:
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6080818/

Part 3:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6122821/

Part 4:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6159531/

Part 5:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6196175/

Part: 6:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6236973/

Part 7:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6274553/

Part 8:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6317377/

List of currently archived threads
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Caretaker%20Quest

Thanks to IlvermoryQM for the links!
(if anyone can figure out a way to save the ".moe" threads into "thisisnotatrueending" that would be much appreciated)

Darkness, to Ninety-Nine the absence of light mattered little to her, not when she could see fine regardless of the environment. A lot of time has passed since she was ordered to wait in the Hunting Grounds. Ninety-Nine’s tail held on to a thick branch as she hung upside down. She wondered why the chaplain took so long when he was never late for training.

“Bah… I’m so bored.”

Then it struck.

From the shadows, deep within the artificial jungle, a whisper of a bolt rang ever so softly. The bolt hit her chest, knocking her off the balance. Ninety-Nine’s hips twisted and her feet aimed for the floor first. The wet mud squelched underneath Ninety-Nine’s weight. Her tail lifted up and her eyes opened wide.

<span class="mu-i">Enemy, no… Battle-masters, that was a bolter.</span>

The vox intercom throughout the jungle crackled before it spoke.

“Your new test, Ninety-Nine. You have faced xenos of various size and hunting methods, now it’s time to face the most dangerous killers, astartes. Your goal is to engage in a mock battle and win.”

Her experience against her battle-masters were limited, with few engagements against traitors and in sparring. In a mock engagement? Not once. Ninety-Nine head tilted to the left, then to the right, she did not hear the familiar weighty footsteps of the battle-master’s armors.

>Ninety-Nine slinked into the shadows, waiting [low sneak roll]
>Ninety-Nine sought out her opponents under the shadows [med sneak roll]
>Write-in

The treasure seeker looked over the desert and his feline companion stood by his side, standing on his shadow. Under the moonlight, the large desert was a sea of blue and white that stretched far and beyond in all directions. Clouds etched on the sky, giving the horizon a dreamscape feel to it. Even so, the vast wasteland was by no means empty.

“I wonder how much is out there..,” the seeker removed his hood, revealing a head full of midnight blue metallic hair and long pointy ears that twitched under the cold night wind. His two large eyes and the two smaller eyes above his brows showed a curious expression. His name was Meehraj and he was a Spiderling.

Large protrusions jutted out from the desert’s sandy surfaces. Taller ones sprouting from over yonder in the horizon. He had heard many things, ranging from the remains of some giant creature, to being the remains of some vessel. Or even spires of some underground structures of the Ancients. For Meehraj, it all boils down to them being ancient ruins, ready to be explored. And treasures to be found…


>Gathering some rare materials for some elixir making/forgery
>Tracking a beast for tranquilize and taken back to the village
>Other: (write in)

[/b:lit]Along with my tyranid girl quest, this one will have 3 updates a week, and mind you, this is some stupid shit which will have OOC moments in 40k. Like, this is some really dumb shit where power scale don’t mean shit to the protagonist, this is straight up magical girl anime with all the tropes and ‘friendship and hope wins the day’ type shit. You’ve been warned. This will be a oneshot unless you guys want more<span class="mu-s">

Deep in the warp, where no daemons dare to approach sat a whirlwind of warp, brighter than all of the suns and powerful than the four chaos gods combined. A place where the lord of change, Tzeentch was afraid to enter on his own. This mystical location that sat at the very center of reality was known as…

The Eternity Well.

One day, in the deep warp where time did not matter, a small spark of light entered the warp and set forth into the galaxy. The spark heard the cries of the people, the suffering, the injustice.Soon, the spark took shape, and set out to give hope to the people, but the spark could not do it alone. The spark needed a symbol to support.

“Hey, that's not yours to keep!”

The spark saw a young girl, deep in the filth ridden world where the toxic clouds choked the sun, where production of war took precedence over life itself. In the filth ridden streets, surrounded by dilapidated buildings painted in sickly gray, the girl tightened the straps of her bags and the straps of her gasmask.

“Ok, you can do this…”

She snuck past the sleeping guards and entered the junkyard. The girl climbed the mountain of junks, delved deep into the sea of metal, fishing out valuable goods and escaping silently. The spark watched the girl barter, then give out her earnings to younger children along with other like minded and capable children. The girl got into fights as well, with all her heart and with brutal efficiency taught in the streets and friends. Whether it was to defend her friends or to survive, the spark saw potential. Then, another light drew it

“Don’t go too deep!”

From a far off planet, in a world of rocky terrains and scorching heat, a young girl lived on a mining world. Day and night, the girl pushed and pulled carts full of minerals. On other days, she and other children spent all day in a grey room dusting and polishing various minerals and jewels, coughing and breathing in a hardly ventilated room. On worse days, she crawled into holes made by the giant bugs in search of precious webbings, praying to see the lights again.

The spark…

>Chose the girl who roamed in the metal mountain
>Chose the girl who delved into the mines</span>

The continuing adventures of two degenerates under the great big Goddamn ball of fire.

Theme Song (Cheeseburger - Comin' Home) https://youtu.be/DzEHtTe0j3U

Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.

A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.

Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?

Previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6322745/

Gongallaverse:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20Gaol

You are currently Craig Snorlison, goblin kid prodigy! You were traveling with your aun- err, older cousin Rosa Montagni, on her job to save Gongalla!

But then you have to wait for her in this hotel in Viridis with her boss, Nemo. One of your spirits, Scholar, has bonded to you and requires you to read at least a chapter every day, but it gets boring reading the same grimoire over and over again.

So you snuck out, met your mom's best friend who took you to an abandoned tower, and rescued a bounty hunter from the clutches of an evil sniper working for pirates!

Together, you found treasures, as well as hostages the pirates were about to ransom. But you've used up too much magic and got sleepy, and the group triggered a hidden ball trap...

So currently, you are Nemo. Who went to look for Craig. Who also found Gill (Craig's mom's friend) and went together into the abandoned tower. And of course, both of you are now running from the ball trap together with the ex-hostage Hexbourne students, a bounty hunter and tracker, and Craig.

Quite an eventful day.

help

It had been a long time coming, with all the danger and boredom that was to be endured by soldiers. Days and weeks in the wilderness, months of training and retraining, and unknown time just... lost.

And then there was the mixed quality of leadership, the painful highs and lows of bonding with other soldiers... Of being tied and getting to know people who would reveal themselves to be unstable, or sick, or worrisome... And some of the good ones would just die.

It wasn't exactly clear what the point of it all was. Was it all a mistake? Was it a joke? Cruelty? A scheme to make money?

The mind and body was exhausted.

"Red" was saying that the chance to come home was available. It was time for leave, R&R. Maybe weeks in rehabiliation... Physical and mental. Maybe even a padded room and a cocktail of medicines.