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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · สมจริง
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Personification [R-18] [Bonus Chapter]

With a bulging backpack, a masked short figure clad in bloodied black clothes rushed out of the estate without stopping for even a second and rushed into the woods nearby.

After reaching deeper and only when believing the spot was stranded and was appropriate did Ken remove his mask.

Leaving behind the bag in the spot, Ken then rushed around in search of sticks and things that catch fire easily.

Within a matter minutes, a pile was gathered in front of him, Ken took out the clothes, papers, cover, flammable liquid containers, and matchbox, from the bag before he changed his clothes to the ones similar to what he had removed.

Then piling up everything he had to discard, Ken set them ablaze and claimed up a tree to rest for a few minutes.

'Guns, knife, blood, clothes, and shoes.....' Ken counted on what and all could have left his traces.