FaithfulPlight

#violence #drama #sex #alcohol #controversy #adult 
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He doesn't seek riches; what he had cannot be bought. 

He doesn't seek fame; reputation is but a dual-edged sword. It frightened him.

He didn't seek power, but power took everything he had. 

He lacked ambition, now ambition is the only thing he has. 

If destiny was water and life was the ocean, then who commanded the waves? He now wondered. 

Those who played his fate on a whim, he will hold responsible. 

Be it, Immortals.
Be it, self-proclaimed Gods.
Be it, The Heavenly Empress, and her decree.
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The starting volume 1; Prologue, provides a brief context in its Three Chapters that helps build a foundation, skeleton, and even a solid structure to introduce our MC.

The story is the male lead. However, it will deviate from the norm, as the primary influence over the MC will be its supporting characters which will vary from females and males in an uneven ratio.

This fantasy novel depicts the life of Yang Lin in a world that harmonized modern technology and fictional civilizations under the flags of war. 

Not in a million variables of his mundane life in a nameless village, barren island, under the vastness of a seemingly endless sky, had he imaged the ripples of chaos would reach their ebbs and flows to shake his life. 

A life he thought was his own. Alas, ultimately, he is but a humble chess piece in the hands of those above. 

Yang Lin wanted nothing more than leading a mundane filial life. To fall in love, grow old, and die poor but happy and content. Just a few decades of peace and quiet is all that he ever wished for...

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A reign of tyranny, terror, and abuse then engulfed Green Maplewood Village.


It was as if the murder of Yang Lin's mother was a domino piece that was ticked aside, bringing about the downfall of many. Left and right, people held onto their stones and pebbles. The ones struck the most were those who had attempted to talk people into having compassion for the old woman, but they were weak to do naught.


One of those was Xuan'er, who always watched from a distance with guilt gnashing at her little heart. Always concerned about how to face her Big Brother if he so returned and dawned upon the miserable state of his mother, the only person he took upon himself as a family in this life for as long as he lived.


But now, reality had drained all color from her life as quickly as the silver knife drained blood from her aunt's forehead. The woman, who died even before she could realize it, had an expression of longing with a pair of eyes depleted of light. Unable to witness, or perhaps too scared to do so, Xuan'er who was already in the shadows hurried back to her house.


As for those in plain sight, they froze in their tracks.


The man who seemed like their boss, their fortress, and their voice in the depths of the abyss took heavy steps forward.


It was as though the soles of his feet tread upon the hearts of those who listened, and not upon a blanket of cold snow. With a growl and a scornful expression, he stood about five paces away from the lifeless body within its wheelchair.


"Until I found the remaining three, your lives have officially become hell, under my supervision of course. Your women? Belong to me! Your food? For my men over there! Don't like it? I'll personally escort you from my hell to that one underground!" His voice carried undisguised disdain and agony, his red-eyes seemed to beam with insane remorse. If one listened carefully to his voice, it emitted subtle fluctuations of bitterness.


"Until I avenge my men, each of you will suffer between one blink and the other. Get on with it!"


The man roared, his men heeding his call as they flocked into the village. At the distance, Xuan'er could only choke on air in terror, horrified!


The wails and screams of the villagers haunted her with the wind as she repeatedly wished in her heart, 'Don't come back! Don't come back!'


Her cheeks grew moist as she never imagined the day would come where she would rather wish to never see her Big Brother again. She feared, if she saw him, he would be like his mother, Aunt Yang. Just the visual of it crunched the little girl's heart as she ran, and ran, and ran breathlessly.


The thugs took a liking to the village. They tore down houses for wood, and people in dozens would wake up homeless, the cold biting at their skin and teeth. Perhaps, only women found temporal warmth, but it was the kind that led them into a sullied life whereas death was a gentler fate to embrace.


Every night since then, Xuan'er who already had displayed notions of maturity in her mentality would sneak into the skirts and boundaries of the village, in hopes of obstructing Yang Lin's path if he so one day returned. This act of her's worried her mother greatly, who always stood on guard to block her daughter.


Alas, the young girl was far too shrewd for her age, always prevailing and escaping the house. Be it the front door, the backdoor, or the windows.


"Sigh…" The madam sighed, seated within one of her aged, wooden chairs before a crimson conflagration of wood. By her side stood an elderly woman, a maid in appearance. The madam was about to complain about her daughter's behavior once again, only to hear a faint knocking on the door.


The faint knocking grew intense, loud, and suddenly the entire door was rundown into pieces.


"Ah! The boss demanded a woman of a higher taste for the night, this little house may have just that…" A sonorous voice drifted into the house, ensnaring the Madam and the main in fear.


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