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Awakened Horror: Evolution Wonderland

[Warning: Mature Content] "He's deemed as the villain… but what if his actions were just misunderstood?" __________ [Rabble band of outcasts!] Calm witch~ "I've got a dissociative personality disorder, but I can separate them as individual entities!" Mischievous warrior~ "I've got a high level of potential, I'm a man from hell after all." Bored trickster~ "I've got many stunts up my sleeves, I can make you moan and bleed at the same time!" Me~ "I'm just an honest FBI trainee." ________ In the spirited underside of a world shadowed by the Abyss, Roman, a promising but untested FBI trainee, stumbles into a chilling nightmare. An inexplicable phenomenon unleashed bloodthirsty creatures unlike anything the world has ever witnessed, and in the chaos, Roman finds himself infected. His search for answers throws him into a perilous alliance with a rabble band of outcasts – a calm witch with secrets of her own, a mischievous warrior scarred by encounters with the Abyssal darkness, and a bored trickster hiding a surprising depth of knowledge. Haunted by visions of a looming apocalypse and whispers of an ancient prophecy, Roman must unravel the true secrets of his infection before it consumes him and unleashes the full, chilling might of the Abyss upon the world. The Abyssal stain wrenches within him, a dark melody whispering promises of power and destruction from the very depths of hell. But can Roman resist the Abyss' seductive pull? As his power grows, the line between a protagonist and an antagonist blurs.

Dreamylad · 奇幻
分數不夠
35 Chs

Chapter 025: Shadows in Wonderland- Part two.

The first thing that smacked me in the face, literally, as I lifted my head towards Lazaros, was his outfit. He looked like a right soldier… or a warrior, I guess? And was that a sword strapped to his armour?

Then came the flickering. Like a dodgy old TV trying to find its signal. But soon enough, he was solid, clear as day.

Different. Completely different. Even from my sprawled-out position, I could tell this was him, the real him. Hair like the palest bluebell, matching his eyes that shimmered like the ocean.

He strutted towards me, amusement bubbling in his eyes like a mischievous kid. "You lost, kid?" he chuckled, stopping just out of reach, which did wonders for my already darkening mood.

Seriously, what the fuck?