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

"I am happy that I was able to gain your trust. But I am sorry as I am a good-for-nothing, despicable and manipulative person."

Hearing my words, the two of them looked shocked and recoiled instinctively. Liliya was just scared, but elder Laila had the expression of one with both fear and abhorrence etched on their face.

It was not because of the content of my words. Rather, it was the tone of my voice, as I had reverted my voice back to my original voice. The voice of the male, Lucas Thenan.

Except for the sect master, who looked at the scene calmly, the other two were rattled by the sudden revelation.

I didn't just stop at my voice and loosened my dress, removing the fake breasts, paddings on my thighs and such, as well as the piece of jade around my waist.

And after removing the metal disguising mask, I had completely returned to my original figure; well, there were a few things that couldn't be changed so easily, so I left them be.

I Never had a Disciple