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 187: The Eagle and the Gate

Fourteen months had passed since Asil last stood before these gates.

In the northwest of Bayanburt City, the Rezuba War Academy's entrance was bustling with the annual crowd of hopeful applicants. As dawn's mist began to lift, a lone figure emerged, growing sharper with each step. He was a youth of seventeen or eighteen, his jet-black hair disheveled from a long journey, his simple white robes stained with dust and dew. Exhaustion marked his face, yet he paused briefly at the sight of the crowd, a flicker of something—nostalgia, perhaps, or resolve—flashing in his eyes.