Naphulae

"The veil of sanity is a lie we tell ourselves when we gaze at the night sky, hoping, in a stifled corner of our mind, that the stars aren't gazing back."

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A nameless, insignificant, yet ambitious young man once attempted to rescue his family from poverty. But as he found hope, he also stumbled upon despair. After losing everything to the darkness of death, including himself, he woke up in another world, stuck in the body of an eleven-year-old boy with a peculiar appearance.

He soon discovered that he was a Celestial Offering—a holy sacrifice, carefully groomed by the Temple of Stars to be given to the Gods Beyond. 

His fate had already been sealed, for his blood would spill under the seven-pointed star and consecrate the birth of a new era for his nation.

Armed with nothing but his wit and the trail of good fortune, he would attempt to challenge this destiny, braving the countless hurdles that lay in waiting and the unfathomable horrors they harbored. 

In a realm of magecraft, occult rituals, madness, and prowling Eidolons, he could only count on himself to survive, as the threat of insanity loomed over everyone equally, and nothing could slow its ineluctable embrace.

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The Forsaken Sovereign

A quake reverberated throughout the False Domain, making the finely-patterned walls tremble beyond the Copper Gate.

Icilia and Alwina exchanged meaningful looks as they stepped over the dazed bodies of Rodolf and Damian.

The two men spasmed and spurted semen endlessly from beneath their garb, incapable of rational thought or conscious movement.

"A chamber of endless pleasure," Icilia mused, glancing at the clock. "Did you think me so perverse that I wouldn't know how to contain myself, Sid?~"

Alwina adjusted her curls, sighing. "You should thank me for this instead of teasing her, Icilia. I redirected the stimulating flow towards them at the last moment, otherwise, we would've been caught as well."

Icilia shifted her gaze from Alwina to Rodolf, a bemused frown appearing on her face. "Don't you both share the same Sorceries? If you're capable of this, shouldn't he be able to do it, too?"

Bowels of Madness