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

After a few hours... Inside the Kastor...

The rapid footsteps of three people walking side by side echoed calmly down the wide and long corridor. As they walked, they were taking their steps irregularly and there was a little fear on their faces as well. It was as if they didn't really want to go where they were going, but were forced to for some reason.

After a few minutes of walking, the three men finally stopped their steps and swallowed as they looked solemnly at the inscription "Baran's Paradise" written on the door in front of them. At this moment, all three were decisively hesitating, and none of them wanted to take the initiative to get in first.

The Apple