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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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Wave Upon Wave (3)

After the three monkey statues that Hanzo smashed with his two barbed maces swinging once again despite his trembling arms, and the five monkey statues that were smashed by Sherise's agile maneuvers which she forced herself, of the five hundred and twelve monkey statues, only one remained at the end.

With the last monkey statue shattered, this wave would eventually end, but none of the weary people knew how to get rid of the next wave if it really existed. Their bodies were now almost exhausted from exhaustion. Even now, they were forcing themselves not to faint from exhaustion. The next wave could definitely be their end!

Hanzo approached the last monkey statue with staggering steps. He might have been tired, he might have died, but he didn't care about it. His eyes were still gleaming with pleasure, as the only thing on his mind was to be able to kill one more enemy on the battlefield.