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

Asil slowly approached, and the silhouette of the person in his view became more and more clear. This human silhouette belonged to someone completely dressed in black. This person's hooded robe was so wide and large that it was impossible to tell who this person was or what its gender was. This person's robes fluttering in the wind created an image that made the already lonely cliff edge even more lonely.

"Ehm! Ehm!" As Asil got a little closer, he coughed twice to make his presence known, and waited for a reaction from the person a few meters ahead. However, the robed person did not react and pretended not to notice Asil.

It was really frustrating when the other person ignored him. But he took a few more steps, not caring about it. He coughed again and waited for the other person's reaction once more.

This time it was what he expected, and the person wearing the black robe said in a cold voice: "I didn't expect to meet you here."

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