Grispera

Lucas lost everything. His abusive father pushed his mother to the brink of death. His younger sister turned into a chip for blackmailing and lost her life. Left alone in the world without his loved ones, he decided to end his life to meet them in the afterlife.

Instead of dying, Lucas was born as a baby without his past memories in a world of cultivation. He had a loving family of mother and older sister. Even without his memories, as Lucas grew up, he knew in his heart that he had to protect his family from all the evils and strived to become stronger.

With his growth, Lucas occasionally started to see many heart-rending visions, which affected him greatly and affected the way he looked at others, including his family. The revelations shocked him. He couldn't trust anyone, even his once close family and friends.

What were those visions? How will Lucas cope with the unsettling revelations and his chaotic feelings?
Will he become estranged or strengthen his bonds with his family and friends and gain the love and warmth that he once longed for.

Read from the perspective of Lucas and join him on his journey of growth, acceptance and love.

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The prologue of the novel (the first 2 chapters) is tragic and hard to digest but HOLD ON!
Do read at least the first 10 chapters before deciding to drop off.


Note: No Gender-Bender, Yuri, NTR and Rape.
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[A/N: The cover is mine, it's original. Cheers to AI!]

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Shards of the Broken Heart

The golden city of Lindstrom was quite bustling that day, as many new guests had entered the city.

Obviously, these were the participants and the members of the corresponding family, sect or organisation.

Every one of them, even the ones who lost in the first round of the Inter-Galactic Ranking Competition, was enjoying their stay in the city.

Some were leisurely resting in their corresponding accommodations, while others were touring around the city and checking out the various impressive pavilions and halls that catered to the needs and desires of consumers.

Overall, most of them were enjoying the day to the fullest.

However, in one particular palace, an ominous presence shrouded the whole residence.

Inside the main hall of the palace, an altar was set.

A group of monks were chanting some scriptures. A few of them were sounding the gong, others the wooden fish, and some were rubbing the bead necklace.

Grand Elder