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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.

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Perses the Executioner (4)

The words of his master pleased Asil, but he was not in a position to be relaxed at this time. Because even though he had just hit his opponent with two blows with ease, these blows caused almost no damage. After all, the person he was facing was someone in the fourth level of the Elementary profound realm, and even if an attack from an ordinary sword with no profound energy within surprised and humiliated him, the greatest damage that this attack could inflict upon him would have been a small scratch at most. 

If Asil had used the profound energy to carry out this attack, he might have caused damage that could have had a huge impact on the fight, but because he had not done so due to his master's orders, he had only made two small scratches in his attack areas, and two or three drops of blood drained from these scratches, which dried up just seconds after