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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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Perses the Executioner (6)

Perses the Executioner, as he proceeded along with his desire to kill, suddenly stopped, and began to turn, moving in a different direction. After he got to where he wanted to, he took his axe that he plunged on the ground at the beginning of the fight, and then quickly went to where Asil was. As he made his way towards the Asil, a condescending and cruel expression had formed on his face, and his eyes glowed with a desire to kill.

Perses the Executioner, stood in front of the Asil and then spoke: "Brat, even though you were going to die, at least you made me use my weapon. You should be happy."

Perses the Executioner raised his axe after speaking and as he raised his axe, Asil was looking at him with his weary eyes. Asil spoke to himself at the time as he was almost too exhausted to do anything but think: