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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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Robed Painter and Full of Life Paintings

Another a different part of the universe...

"Senior Brother, I really think you are the best painter in the world. You have painted the Moon Palace even more magnificent than the real one."

The fair-skinned, tall, red long-haired girl spoke while looking at the red-haired, slim-built man a little ahead of her and the canvas in front of him. It was understood that the red-haired man was a painter, thanks to the brushes in his hand and the canvas in front of him. In addition, looking at the magnificent palace above the clouds that he painted, it was easily understood what a high-level painter he was.

The red-haired man sighed and shook his head: "Irene, I'm glad you like it but you don't have to say things you didn't really think about just to make me happy. In the past, maybe I could see myself bigger, but what I'm drawing now is just a simple doodle compared to what that artist who came to our clan did."