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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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Monster

No one could understand what was going on. Was the person standing in front of them really Asil, who had been with them for a week? His current state didn't even look like a human, let alone someone from the city. From his behavior, even the feeling and aura he gave to his surroundings, had completely changed. Asil, who used to look strong but had a kind impression towards his tribesmen, was now like a predator... In fact, he was like a monster who only acted on his instincts!

While the others couldn't get over this sudden surprise, Asil suddenly rushed forward, hitting Lesdnah' stomach with his clenched fist.

"AHH!!"