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

Chapter 186: The White Sovereign's Pact

Seven or eight hours after the battle, at the site of the 16383 Test...

Asil, teetering on the fine line between life and death, had suffered severe damage. The pain in his chest, born from the sudden surge in his source power, had left his body in ruins. At first, paralyzed by the energy bursts, he couldn't move or open his eyes. In the time that followed, he had begun to lose all sensation of his body, starting to believe in those moments that he would never wake up again. His thoughts were a scattered mess, fragments of a nightmare he couldn't quite recall, a suffocating darkness that had nearly claimed him.