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Genesis: The Lost Ruler of Nirvana

Dazaree, an adopted orphan and a family plague, ran away from home after accidentally releasing an unknown power and almost killing her aunt. Scared for what she has done, she ran away to the woods only to be surrounded by men trying to capture her. But then she was saved by Kithe, a man who has an incredible skill and power, trying to correct his past mistakes. Upon knowing that she isn’t alone in this world and there are other people who possess extraordinary ability, she decided to look for them only to find out that there is an organization named Kronos that captures people like them for inhuman experiments. Soon they will all gather and team up to fight and take down the organization but little did they know that Kronos is not the only organization that perform this horrendous activity to achieve such goal and that is to obtain power. As they go on their journey, they will meet people that are either an ally or an enemy. They will lose friends, get betrayed but regardless of all this, will they find love? But then a big responsibility awaits them, especially Dazaree. Will she be able to handle it or will she give up before even trying? Find out what will happen to Dazaree and her team as they continue in journey to find the truth and save their kind. [DISCLAIMER: Book cover photo is not mine, all credits goes to the owner.]

Shaine_chan · Fantaisie
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199 Chs

Deserted Home

The pavement was wrecked as the other houses. It's a good thing the people immediately evacuated the area when they felt the trembling of the ground. No one was able to see the battle because the electricity went out. The people inside the village thought that terrorists caused the incidents so they didn't dare go to where the explosion came from. 

The surroundings were still smoky because of the last attack Demian did. With blank emotion on his face, he approached the fools who killed his mother. They are all almost dead and their blood is scattered in the broken pavement. Demian could feel their heavy breaths and how their pulse weakens, a sign that they will die soon. But someone's face is missing.

His forehead furrowed because he couldn't see the man who killed mom, Falcon. He went to check their bodies one by one and realized that the man escaped. 

"Fxck," he blurted out. He combed his hair with his fingers and frustratedly kicked the huge rocks blocking in front of him. "He escaped. But how?" 

Demian made sure that they would all get crushed with his final attack but how did the man escape? 

He paused when he felt the footsteps of the people from the ground. After leaving their homes earlier, they are probably heading back because the explosion stopped. 

"I need to leave this place. They can't see me here," he thought. If he gets caught in the scene, he will be in big trouble. 

Demian leaped from the shattered pavement and bolted. Their combat caused significant damage to the village, and they will undoubtedly make a big deal out of it. 

But then before he gets any further, something exploded from where he came from causing him to lean down instinctively. 

He then turned around to see the bodies of the men only to see them burning. "Did they explode?" he pondered. 

"Fxck it. If I hadn't gone straight away, I would have practically died," he blurted out. 

One thing Demian is sure about is that the men self-destructed. The only reason he can think of is that they are trying to eliminate the things that could lead to their organization. 

Demian was about to come back and check when he felt movements from the ground. The people or probably the police must be heading towards the explosion. 

There is no sense for him to stay here because there is also a chance that they will put him in an orphanage because he is a minor and he doesn't want that. Although it's too bad he couldn't take any pieces of information before they die.

As a kid, he never really took these men seriously but he often asks his mom about them but she barely gives him an answer. And now he's dying to know who these people are. 

His jaw clenched as he remembered the man who had murdered his mother. "I'll seek for him anyplace in the globe. He does not have the right to survive," he thought. 

Demian never left the village. He took refuge in an abandoned home in the village. Inside, the furniture is draped in white fabric. From the exterior, it is clear that the individual who used to reside here is wealthy. They left their belongings behind, despite the fact that they seemed to be still useful. 

He and his mom just moved here a month ago and he has no idea that a deserted house this huge exists. 

Then suddenly the thought of him and his mom living a normal life popped his head. He never thought that everything would end up this way. 

"Fxck this life." He fiercely brushed away the tears that streamed down his face as he blamed himself for what had happened. "I'm a moron. This is entirely my fault. I couldn't save my mum. I wish I had murdered them sooner in the market. This would never have occurred," he exclaimed with his fists clenched. 

Demian heaved a deep sigh as he fixed himself then he decided to wander around the house. He thought that he can't just cry here and wait for something to happen. Demian suddenly imagined her mom hitting her, making him smile. 

"I will find that man and avenge you, mom," he whispered. 

For now, he planned to stay here until he can get a chance to go back to their apartment and take his things and money because he will live on his own from now on and he doesn't plan to keep on running away. Starting today, he will seek the real enemy. Knowing that they aren't normal people gives him a doubt that they work alone. 

He's a hundred percent sure that something more is going on out there and he's gonna find it out. 

Demian scanned the place and realized how huge it is from the inside. The dust and heavy dirt in every area also indicate that it has been unoccupied for a long time. The living room is large, and the furniture appears to be costly and the house's color scheme is gold and white. However, due to a lack of cleaning for a long time, the white wall has virtually become brown. While the sofa, center table, and dining table are covered with white fabric which also looks filthy. 

The floor is covered in sand and dried leaves and the ceiling is similarly moss-covered. 

His eyes were drawn to the enormous images on the wall. There's a portrait of a woman and what appears to be her spouse. They seemed to be in their 30s. A happily married young couple indeed. In the photo, they appear to be quite content.

A photograph of a girl beaming from ear to ear was displayed next to their photo. She seemed to be only eight years old, and her flawless and beautiful complexion reveals that she comes from a wealthy household. Her adorable lips are scarlet red, and her lashes are long. Emily's face instantly springs to his mind.

So far, those men are unaware that Emily is not normal, and if they discover that she is similar to him, they will apprehend her as well. "I have to locate her," he thought. 

He then ascends the large stairwell in the center. The stairway still has a gray carpet running from top to bottom. I'd look incredibly lovely if it was only clean.

When he got to the second story, his eyes were drawn to the first room he saw. For some reason, something's telling him to go there so he did and when he entered the door, the pink theme room welcomed me. 

This is undoubtedly the child's room in the photo downstairs. There were a lot of dirty pink toys on display, as well as some scattered on the floor. Pink heart-shaped motifs adorn the huge bed. The two lampshades between them are also pink.

But it was the papers on the floor that drew his attention together with an unzipped backpack that appears to be overstuffed. He sat on the bed and held the backpack and papers that were strewn on the floor.

He's not sure why, but his curiosity got the best of him, which is unusual. 

Upon opening the pink bag he saw what was inside causing his eyes to widen in surprise. He covered his mouth and blinked again to ensure that he wasn't dreaming.

"Holy crap!" The bag is full of money! 

Demian took a handful of money from it and realized that these are all old Philippine peso designs. "Why did they just leave it here?" he pondered to himself. 

Although this is a lot of money, he can't use it because it doesn't have value anymore. 

Now that he thinks of it. The fact that it's been years since the peso money design changed and this bag of the old peso was left here untouched confirms that the house was deserted a long time ago. 

After that, Demian saw an envelope inside and it seems to him that it is a letter because there is a recipient written in it.

To Daze

From Mommy and Daddy.

He put it all back and didn't bother reading it because he found no interest in sticking his nose to someone else's business. 

Demian just heaved a deep sigh and laid on the filthy bed. The moment he closed his eyes, what happened last night flashes in his mind. The pain comes back just like his anger. 

"No matter how long it takes, I must find and defeat them in a way they can fight back anymore." 

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