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

The footsteps came closer and closer, and under the gaze of tens of thousands of people looking at the door from different distances, a silhouette of a man appeared in the smoke. The silhouette of this man gradually approached and eventually became clear.

He was about 2 meters tall man with thick black hair a few centimeters long. The smooth, pale, jade-white face of this man, who appears to be in his early thirties in age, was magnificent enough to look completely flawless if it weren't for the scar under his left eye. His handsomeness was enough to move the hearts of girls of all ages with just one glance.

His cold black eyes, which looked as if it was an ordinary thing he did, together with his emotionless expression, formed an image that was so chilling to the bones, yet so impressive. The man was walking under the gaze of tens of thousands of people. However, as he walked, his hands in his dress pockets clearly showed how calm he looked!

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