Entrail_JI

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole. 

*** 

I had no knowledge of the game. 

I was meant to have died. 

And yet, I found myself in this situation. 

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. 

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

***
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Advent of the Three Calamities

Atlas walked around the estate, admiring the numerous murals on the walls. Though he had seen these murals since he was a child, only now did he truly understand and appreciate their beauty.

An older gentleman, bearing a strong resemblance to Atlas but with gray hair and a weathered face, appeared beside him.

Despite his age, his yellow pupils still shone brightly as he gazed at the murals.

In particular, his gaze fell on a mural depicting two massive armies clashing—one composed of humans, the other of monsters.

"It was a brutal fight. I can still recall the amount of blood that was spilled that day. It still haunts me to this day."

Though his tone was calm, the subtle trembling in his voice betrayed his true feelings. Atlas stood silently beside him, absorbing the gravity of his words.

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