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Awakened Horror: Evolution Wonderland

[Warning: Mature Content] "He's deemed as the villain… but what if his actions were just misunderstood?" __________ [Rabble band of outcasts!] Calm witch~ "I've got a dissociative personality disorder, but I can separate them as individual entities!" Mischievous warrior~ "I've got a high level of potential, I'm a man from hell after all." Bored trickster~ "I've got many stunts up my sleeves, I can make you moan and bleed at the same time!" Me~ "I'm just an honest FBI trainee." ________ In the spirited underside of a world shadowed by the Abyss, Roman, a promising but untested FBI trainee, stumbles into a chilling nightmare. An inexplicable phenomenon unleashed bloodthirsty creatures unlike anything the world has ever witnessed, and in the chaos, Roman finds himself infected. His search for answers throws him into a perilous alliance with a rabble band of outcasts – a calm witch with secrets of her own, a mischievous warrior scarred by encounters with the Abyssal darkness, and a bored trickster hiding a surprising depth of knowledge. Haunted by visions of a looming apocalypse and whispers of an ancient prophecy, Roman must unravel the true secrets of his infection before it consumes him and unleashes the full, chilling might of the Abyss upon the world. The Abyssal stain wrenches within him, a dark melody whispering promises of power and destruction from the very depths of hell. But can Roman resist the Abyss' seductive pull? As his power grows, the line between a protagonist and an antagonist blurs.

Dreamylad · Fantasy
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35 Chs

Chapter 024: Shadows in Wonderland- Part one.

The weight of those shoddy, unconscious agents pressed down on me like a lead blanket. Their faces, even blurred and distant, swam before my eyes as I sat across from the skeletal figure. Guilt gnawed at me, a sharp contrast to the icy resolve I wore like a mask. These were people I knew, some I'd even shared a laugh with. But fear and twisted truths had turned them into pawns, their actions fueling a fire they didn't even understand.

The sting lingered, but my mind was laser-focused on one thing; Thomas. His life hung in the balance, and this bony bastard held the key.

"Trap? What sort of trap?" I demanded, my gaze boring into its empty sockets. But the skeleton remained tight-lipped. Mutes weren't my cup of tea today.

I tightened my grip on the card, sending a jolt of energy that crackled through its bony form. The sockets flickered with an eerie, almost malevolent light, and the raspy voice croaked out, "Alright, alright! I'll talk, but—"