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Cycle Of Nirvana

Author's note: There are bloody scenes, brutality and torture in the story. There are also mysteries that will gradually be revealed for mystery lovers. I warn in advance that those with weak hearts may tremble after reading it. --------------------- In my childhood, I grew up enduring hardships thanks to the love of my stepfather. No one in my clan liked me. To them, I was nothing but useless garbage. At that time, I thought my sufferings were too great. Now that I think about it, those troubles were actually as insignificant as a grain of sand in a huge desert. It was thanks to the events that began with my learning that I was a Chosen after I left my clan. Who had chosen me? What did it mean to be chosen? What was I chosen for? I didn't know that back then. All I knew was the existence of the book in my soul, which taught me more about it as I got stronger and there were other chosen ones besides me. If I could go back in time, would I do the things I did again? Would I be naive enough to make that bloody decision again? Could I have guessed that the truth was so cruel? In a world full of mysteries where the law of the jungle reigns, the great and colossal journey of someone who people wouldn't even call garbage.

Uragos · Fantasy
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After Medivh's question, Asil replied embarrassingly: "Big Brother Medivh, you don't really need to spend that much for me. You're embarrassing me. I'll but my own weapon before I go. You really don't have to wear yourself out."

Medivh spoke immediately, sulking and sighing: "PFF... Asil, we're friends, why are you talking about spending or fatigue. Wouldn't you do the same if you were me?"

"I would. But Big Brother Medivh..."