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The Path of Ruin

The sky was painted gray forever. The light of the sun was restrained. The darkness of the night was deeper than ever. At such a time, he belonged to a class people didn't even recognize as 'human'. He was at the bottom of the social stratum, a slave. And when his only family was taken away from him... he no longer had a purpose in life. Yet, he clung to life because of his promise. And he set an impossible goal for himself, just so he'd have an excuse to live. When he finally reached a place he never expected to be, in pursuit of a purpose he expected to fail and die miserably trying to fulfill... he awoke to a night that would change his entire life. He was an insignificant fly, a mere speck in the destruction of the Empire. But he... survived. And, despite being a slave, he gained the blessing of a king. Or rather, the curse... ******* Discord Server: https://discord.gg/eRZTrv6Y49

WindskyW · Fantasia
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Noble Trafficking

Dazul and his gang followed Hasron until they got quite deep. They passed through long tunnels and corridors. Finally, they reached the front of a room with two doors almost three meters tall.

They were a bit nervous going in. The gang, or group, or whatever it was, they had made a deal with, was really big!

They had hit the jackpot.

And that thought was multiplied when the door to the room they were going to enter opened.

The room was... huge. The walls were covered with eye-catching artwork and paintings. The carpet on the floor was of such high quality that Dazul normally would not have dared to step on it.

But he didn't care when he saw Hasron walking over it, not even caring its presence there, and approaching the center of the room. He swallowed involuntarily as his eyes fell on the person sitting at the table at the end of this sumptuous room.