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Black String of Fate

"Is Fate the excuse of the forsaken, is Free Will the delusion of the chosen?" Such was a question that Xavier, the Demon King, never had the chance to ask himself. As he lay defeated, awaiting his death, he wondered about the wretched life he lived. 'The hero who killed me, the one who held the same ambitions as me. We both wanted good for the people, for the world. We are both two sides of the same coin, yet, fate decided that he will be the one the light will shine on. Perhaps it was me too, perhaps it was my karma for flowing the rivers of blood with my sword. But still... It was fate that squashed the humanity in me first! Damn fate, if I had one more chance, I would've lived for myself more, I wouldn't have taken this arbitrary role of being a necessary evil... This world, this game of destiny... It can burn to ashes for all I care.' As he sunk into the cold embrace of death, a certain [REDACTED] heard his dying wish with amusement and cast their die, reversing the wheel of time one last time and going all in on him on a risky gamble with the stakes of their world. ************** Discord Server (fixed): https://discord.gg/rZhT6zdp2f Author is on a break, exams are coming soon. The placeholder chapters are being updated, so you will not be notified if you add to library, since it's technically not a new chapter. ...Plus working on a new book that'll be released next year

Audatic · Fantaisie
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The storm surged around him, a cyclone of darkness and fury that threatened to consume everything in its path. Xavier held his ground, Anathema gleaming with dark energy as the Forgotten One's towering form loomed before him. Every instinct screamed at him to flee, but there was no running from this. He had faced gods, demons, and monsters—but this… this was different. The Forgotten One was no mere adversary. He was a force of nature, bound to the cursed blade that Xavier now held.

As the Forgotten One lunged forward, his shadowy wings stretched wide, blotting out the sky, Xavier's mind raced. There was no ordinary way to fight this creature. He could feel it—the connection between the sword and its former master was unbreakable. The Forgotten One's power seeped into the very fabric of the storm, feeding it, warping it. Xavier had to sever that connection somehow.