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The Forsaken Sovereign

"The veil of sanity is a lie we tell ourselves when we gaze at the night sky, hoping, in a stifled corner of our mind, that the stars aren't gazing back." — A nameless, insignificant, yet ambitious young man once attempted to rescue his family from poverty. But as he found hope, he also stumbled upon despair. After losing everything to the darkness of death, including himself, he woke up in another world, stuck in the body of an eleven-year-old boy with a peculiar appearance. He soon discovered that he was a Celestial Offering—a holy sacrifice, carefully groomed by the Temple of Stars to be given to the Gods Beyond. His fate had already been sealed, for his blood would spill under the seven-pointed star and consecrate the birth of a new era for his nation. Armed with nothing but his wit and the trail of good fortune, he would attempt to challenge this destiny, braving the countless hurdles that lay in waiting and the unfathomable horrors they harbored. In a realm of magecraft, occult rituals, madness, and prowling Eidolons, he could only count on himself to survive, as the threat of insanity loomed over everyone equally, and nothing could slow its ineluctable embrace. — Discord: Naphulae#1813

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Shadow-grown Favors

Meilyr watched as Eliza left his chamber, her expression stern to hide her dejection.

She had opened her heart to him, albeit under the guise of a transaction. Unfortunately, he had far too much to do and no mind to consider raising a family, even in the future. Thus, he could only reject her.

I don't know if it's even possible. Tell me, Irqu-neya. If only one of us may exist at a time, how do we procreate?

The foggy corner of his psyche stirred, letting out Irqu-neya's regal voice, "It is a matter of will. Should you wish to sire a child, you will die upon its first breath. Otherwise, it will simply come out of the womb without life."

And what about those of us who died before ensuring their succession?