webnovel

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 · Fantaisie
Pas assez d’évaluations
183 Chs

Ares

"What do you mean I can't see it in person? You don't know who I am? I came here on the orders of my holy father, and I have something to convey to the Divine Phoenix herself!" The blond, hazel-eyed girl, too beautiful for even the greatest painters to draw, spoke contemptuously.

In a large hall with phoenix pennants on the walls and a fire-patterned carpet on the floor, she was looking gravely at the man in the phoenix-embroidered robe. The great hall she was in was a place where she was completely unfamiliar. However, she acted as if this was her own hall!

"Of course I know who you are, Lady Glynnis. However, our sect leader said that he would spend a few years in seclusion and do meditation. And since he is the only one with the authority to meet the Divine Phoenix, we will not be able to grant your request." The dark-haired man in his fifties, wearing a phoenix-embroidered robe, replied politely. He knew who the person in front of him was.