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

<p>The light that caused them to close their eyes soon disappeared, and after the light disappeared, Asil and the Muscular Mountain Gorilla finally opened their eyes. But as soon as they opened their eyes, bewilderment appeared on their faces. Because there was a person who wasn't there before. This man was a skinny man with messy hair who looked like he was forty to fifty years old. The man had no whiteness in his hair despite his age, and his face was glowing like the face of a baby who had just bought a toy. And his body looked more like an imaginary body than a real one. But what surprised them was more his actions than the sudden appearance of this man. This man, with his elbows slightly bent, opened his arms in two directions and moved them up and down, acting like a bird who had just been born and tried to fly for the first time. His head was moving from left to right. It was like he was trying to dance in some weird way.</p>

"Now You Are Fucked" Technique (2)