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Tower Survivor

I was a thug who used to accommodate my men. I pay them according to what they work for, if they get a lot, they get a lot of wages. Vice versa. Such was my daily life, until I was visited by someone I wanted to step on her face and blend with the tiles. That person brought the news to me, my first father's younger brother went missing a year ago. After that, my second brother got a strange letter that had an unreasonable location. The woman offered an incredible amount of money. However, on a condition, I must accept the invitation on behalf of this second brother of different blood. Infiltrated in her stead, and saved my first father's different brother. No money, food, or whatever. Just a Katana belonging to my stepfather's family, the only pillar for me to live on.

Sunnava · Fantasy
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2 Chs

Prologue

It is natural when the truth does not side with who is 'Good,' and who is 'Evil. ' Truth is truth itself, even though the pain is absolute and cannot be contested. Not a few people deny it, overestimate the truth itself, manipulate it according to their will, so that the heart in the body is not crushed and washed away with tears of regret. Great medicine indeed, but is it worth another day's bloodshed? Is it worth the number of lives flying in the sky? Inviting other tears of regret more than raindrops?

The man who denies the truth is nothing more than trash, a coward who refuses to let go of childhood. Take refuge from his own words. While everyone else was shedding tears and blood, this denial human was smiling behind the Heavens mist. Build a house with a foundation as fragile as a cobweb. Then die without anyone demanding. No one knows if he gets any karma after that.

Likewise with someone who can no longer be called a 'Human. ' Compared to animals and stones, this person is far inferior to the two. The eyes of selfish sin masquerading as concern stared at me with the reflection of the real hell there. His ears seemed to be numb with moans for help, instead of being given a helping hand, a dagger flew and happily invited the angel of death who was loyal to him. Silence the source of a thousand languages forever.

This guy doesn't even deserve the nickname 'Bastard. ' He deserves worse than it!

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