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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 · Fantaisie
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Chuckle From The Darkness

Time passed, but Asil did not take a single step out of his residence. He didn't want to go out or see anyone. Apart from eating, sleeping, and such basic necessities, all he did during his stay in his residence was to look at his nails, which were covered with blood and scabs. He would never forget the feeling Radres had made him feel. His expression had changed many times as he thought about what had happened that day. Sometimes angry, sometimes offended, sometimes emotionless, sometimes dark...

Days later, the door of his residence finally opened, and the bright moonlight filtering from the cloudless night sky entered in all its beauty.

Luminous with the moonlight, Solomon slowly stepped into the room and waited without saying anything.

Although Asil waited for Solomon to speak without saying anything, Solomon also waited for him to speak. Time passed, and at last, Solomon was the first to speak: "How are your internal injuries?"