A Keris-and-Talisman Marxist Wuxia Dark Cultivation Fantasy.
☀️ A forgotten warrior awakens with no memory and a command: "Walk. Enact our vengeance."
⚡ A shattered world where the Lotus Throne was destroyed by a bomb, karma powers the cities, and the masses are the ultimate power.
🌙 A unique cultivation system based on Southeast Asian Esoterica and Mysticism, Inner Power-Alchemy, and Catholico-Kejawen Anitist Vajrayana. No simple levels—just the path to thunderbolt enlightenment through violence and compassion.
Follow Raxri Uttara, an androgynous amnesiac who is:✅ Once-Dead and tired about not being Dead anymore..✅ Forced to Walk by the Holy Fool.✅ Mentored by a Witch who might use their soul for elixirs.✅ Haunted by a past they can't remember, but Heaven won't make them forget.
👇 DIVE INTO A WORLD WHERE: 👇
✨ The Prose is Poetic & Punchy: Written in a lush, literary style.
☸️ Buddhist Philosophy as a power system.★ Dialectical Materialism as to imagine a world like ours, but not quite.⚔️ Southeast Asian Wuxia Aesthetics instead of the usual pseudo-Chinese.💀 The Stakes are Cosmic: Vengeance against the Heavens themselves.🤯 The Magic is Meaningful: Power comes from understanding Karma, Emptiness, and the Whorl of Suffering.⚒️ The Politics are Baked In: Explore a post-revolutionary world haunted by the ghost of a failed utopia.
Perfect for fans of: The philosophical depth of The Broken Earth trilogy, the dark cultivation of Reverend Insanity, and the revolutionary spirit of The Iron Widow.
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AN INTRODUCTION
Hello. I write God Obliterating Vajra, once known as the Knight Vagrant, because of a meditation session. While chanting my mantras and performing my daily mantras, the Holy Fool showed me a great story of an andorgyne figure, broken down by perilous heaven, and forced to wander the world in fatigue and melancholy until they reconciled their past and present. And found Nirvana in Samsara.
I saw the next part of this in a vision while riding on a motorbike. I cried while being told the story of a girl-boy named Raxri or Asri or Zoenrang (I sometimes forget) by the howling winds on a 60mph Honda Click. I knew I would not forget it.
During a meditation session wherein I visualized Guanyin and the Virgin Maria as Kwan Im Ma syncretized, she spoke to me about the Mother of all Buddhas and the Nothingness on the Throne. And that all Power is fleeting. And that the cowards and hateful crave the talent immanent in the brave and the bold. And that one should have compassion for them anyway. And that it will be hard and difficult and it will not be worth it in the end but the very act of it is Enlightenment.
The Universe spoke to the Universe. The stars spoke to the stars. The void spoke to the void—there are always lotuses in the mud. There is always something beautiful that is going to happen.
God Obliterating Vajra was once known as the Knight Vagrant because I thought it would just be the story of Raxri Uttara. But it was more. I meditated and I saw in the dreamscapes dancing skeletons upon charnel grounds—Cittapati, I later realized—and told me that to focus on the individual is bourgeois ideology. We must realize that the Vajra is the Masses. And the Vajra is the Christ. And the Vajra is the Buddha.
During a demon subduing ritual I was given the name: God Obliterating Vajra. I saw the entire manuscript written in my mind's eye. I performed a personal nightly ritual, in the blackness, without anything to see. I saw the book written by an ancient astrologian before me, in palm leaf manuscript. The entire thing. A million words long. The great story of a million people. And I knew I had to tell it. It was inscribed upon my mindstream, revealing itself to me more and more as I deepened my practice and bodhicitta.
This is that story. Revealed to me in meditative imageries upon the natural state of the mind, and in glimpses of a book that once existed but I could never find. It is a vengeance story about vengeance.