(Starting over, making a new story)
Whats the point of living anymore. going through so much pain and misfortune. Only to die at the end, is there any hope left in this world?.
Being born, given a chance to breath, see, hear, touch, and taste what the world gives. Sure its great to experience all of this but when something is taken away, only thing to do is to fall in despair.
Growing up with loving parents and being a middle class, it was great until one day, everything disappear. At the age 4, being a orphan, living different households, suffering through physical and mental abuse. At some point, everything collapses, running away hoping to find a light out of from this dark tunnel. Only realizing how its hard to live or eat, even finding a place to sleep.
Then it clicks, pain is pain because it hurts but what if you remove the 'feeling' part in your body.
At age 10, there is a young boy with dark shining black hair mix with strands of dark gray hairs. A sharp jawline, thin black eyebrows shape like a blade, a small nose. No baby fat whatsoever, pure muscle with a lean body but the most shocking thing that its his eyes. Hollow and empty with no emotions at all. The pupil is pure black, darker than abyss, but upon closer look, you will see that its moving slowly. The more you look, the more you feel lost, hopeless, terrify and despair. You are looking at a black whole.
Finally at age 16, our mc have died or did he?
I DO NOT OWN THE COVER IMAGE
This is my first book so be patient and don't hate
If u got any problems please leave a review and explain what is wrong or you got any ideas please let me know so I could improve.
this is multiverse
First world: overlord
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