Oskar_04

***[WSA 2024 Entry]***
“In a realm where deceit is woven into the very fabric of existence, the enigmatic dance of perception unfolds. 
A mimic seeks joy, while another spins webs of deception, manipulating with coy precision. 
Malevolence lurks in the shadows, and blood stains the path of the fifth. 
The sixth remains stoic, while the seventh is naught but a mere pawn. 
Above, below, and hidden amidst, he who controls perception watches, ever vigilant.”
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What does the Fool say?
Welcome to the world of [Lord of Mirrors], where reality blurs and truth is but a fleeting illusion. In this game of power and deception, one must tread carefully, for the line between roleplayer and pawn is thin. 
Is the Lord truly the master, or are we merely pieces in his intricate game? It's all about perception.
With eyes that see all and knowledge that spans realms, the  is absolute. Obey his commands or face the consequences, for in this realm, he reigns supreme.
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A simple and naive archeologist with a heartache is tasked to roleplay the merciless Lord. Failure means only one thing – death.
Can he do it? Maybe or Maybe not. No one knows.
However, one must remember…
“The Other side is tainted.”
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Warning: This content contains explicit language, graphic violence, and scenes of gore. Reader discretion is advised.
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Additional tags: Brutality, Dark, Villain, Smut, and Gore.
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Title Inspiration: ~Droit du seigneur (The Right of the Lord)~
Character inspiration: Mordret Valor (Shadow Slave)
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Update Chapter length: 2000+/- words.
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Volume 1: The Deception of Mimic
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Welcome to the Other Side (Discord link): https://discord.gg/G5JbQsjt7V

Lord's Authority.

Sarena ventured deeper to confirm that there was indeed no one left in the West village. Despite the difficulty of carrying the burden of hundreds of Boars, she persevered. Once she was certain that everyone was safe, Sarena made her way to the town hall situated in the middle of the West village.

"Follow me, you damn beasts!" Sarena taunted the Scavengers, poking them to keep their attention on her. Everywhere she looked, she saw houses built with sweat, blood, and memories. Even her own house, the last memory of her and her father, stood there. However, she knew that in the face of danger, none of it would remain. This realization left a bitter taste in her mouth.

For everyone, including Sarena, what she was about to do was nothing short of suicidal. "I am not a lunatic, but still…" Sarena chuckled while kicking a boar that was gnawing at her legs. No matter how much she resisted, the number of boars was overwhelming.

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