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 opened his eyes and yawned, stretching his body. Another new day had begun. Although Asil had internal injuries due to Nyks' sudden move yesterday, and it hurt a little because of it, these injuries were not too serious unless he was engaged in a battle.

"Hmm... What should I do today?" Asil thought out loud as he rubbed his eyes. "Today I have to go to the arenas and fight for the emblem. Although my current situation is not suitable for a serious fight, I don't think it will be a problem considering the days before that."

Asil got out of bed, checked his appearance in front of the mirror, and then left his residence and headed towards the indoor fighting arenas. He had become accustomed to this path, which he had been using for several days. But there was a difference today in this path to which he was accustomed. Silence prevailed on the normally lively streets. No one was there except a few people.

Come Here!