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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 028: Shadows and Bones.

Minutes turned hours, the echoes of the battle lingering like a phantom limb with each close of my eyes. The skeletal figure, my temporary companion, had vanished, leaving behind a haunting emptiness and a gnawing unease.

While the immediate threat had been neutralized, the scars in Wonderland remained. The once moonlight-vibrant world was now a desolate shell, its inhabitants either fled or were trapped by the Void's touch. Fake Thomas, though safe, grappled with nightmares and a newfound fear of the dark. Lazaros, cloaked in a shroud of introspection, seemed to view me with a mix of gratitude and apprehension.

As for me, the borrowed power had left its mark. Not just in the lingering whispers that danced at the edge of my consciousness, but in a subtle shift within myself. Darkness had taken root, a cold tendril that coiled around my heart, whispering promises of strength and control.