Uragos

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.

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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.

Cycle Of Nirvana

Time progressed, and Asil's meditation ended. After the meditation, he ate some more of the food on the table and then went out of Medivh's room and into his room. His room was slightly smaller compared to Medivh's, and the only difference between the two rooms was the quality of the materials and the fact that there was only one toilet and bathroom in Asil's room. After entering the room, he comforted his body by taking a shower and then went to bed and slept.

After sleeping so comfortably that he hadn't slept in a long time, he got out of bed and sat on one of the seats after washing his hand and face, waiting for Medivh.

After a wait of about thirty minutes, the door of the room was knocked, and, following Asil's approval, Medivh walked in. When he walked in, he had a smile on his face and spoke directly to the Asil.:

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