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>"Sir, we have brought the chest you ordered us to bring. And we certainly didn't put it inside any dimensional object on the way here." An unidentified creature with human features, transparent, resembling a white cloud of smoke after speaking respectfully, slowly put the simple-looking chest in its hands on the ground. Then it dropped to one knee as it stared at the person sitting on an iron throne a few meters away. It was clear from its every move that it had tremendous respect for the other person.</p>

<p>Although it could be understood that there was someone sitting on the iron throne, body lines or face could not be seen because it was dark around. After the smoky thing knelt down, it continued to wait respectfully without speaking. As time continued to flow rapidly without informing anyone, it also continued to wait in silence.</p>

Let Your Name Be Asil!