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"Hah..Hah.."
In the midst of what seemed like a battlefield, a young boy with white hair knelt on the ground, struggling to catch shallow breaths. A short sword pierced his heart, his arms and legs were broken, making him unable to stop the crimson blood from coloring the ground.

"That's what you get for betrayal," a red-headed teenage boy sneered as he stood before him.

"A pathetic person like you could never be my brother," added a purple-haired girl, her voice seething with anger, as she stood alongside the redhead.

With great effort, the young boy shifted his gaze forward. He could see many familiar faces in front of him—his so-called family, his so-called friends but his gaze remained fixed on her.

"Wh..y, A.nna," he uttered with immense difficulty and sorrow in his voice, his vision blurring as he locked eyes with the blonde-haired girl, who regarded him with emotionless eyes.

"I did that so I could save you," he said, his voice gradually growing louder.

 "I DID THAT SO YOU COULD LIVE!" he shouted, making everyone present flinch in fear.

"I never asked you to do this" the blonde-haired girl replied, her words crushing the very soul of the boy.

"A...nn.a," 

the young boy whispered one last time, a small tear slipping down from his eye as he breathed his final breath.

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Neil survived eight grueling years in a post-apocalyptic world only to die and be reincarnated in the body of Eden Morton, a character from a game he
 used to play as a teenager, by an unknown entity for unknown reasons.

Eden's life was a pitiable one, plagued by the constant manipulation and betrayal of those around him – whether it was the princess, the famed hero, or even his very own family. Eden died without ever experiencing genuine love. Now, as Neil took over, he was determined to embark on a new journey, seeking the one thing he and Eden never had : a life worth living.



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Saga of Atlantis

The catling sound of the shoe hitting the marble floor echoed within a silent palace.

The palace had old, enormous paintings hanging on the walls.

The hallway stretched as a beautiful woman with long silver hair cascading down her back and bright silver eyes walked through it.

She exuded power with every graceful step she took.

One of the head members of the Thorja ancient family.

Her eyes turned towards her side, where an old man walked just a step behind her.

"Any idea why we were called, Sir John?" she asked, her voice sharp but still respectful.

The old man, wearing a butler's outfit, shook his head. "I have no idea, Lady Cisne."

Cisne slightly nodded her head in response.

Her mind swirled with a myriad of thoughts.

But in the end, she couldn't see any reason for an emergency gathering.

The Flow Of Time [1]