Crypthh

I was always alone, throughout my life. People looked at me with disdain because I was an orphan without parents. Constant abuse followed me everywhere. I lost touch with how to interact with others. 

With each passing day, I grew more distant from my emotions until I scarcely recognized myself. The warmth of family and friendship felt foreign to me. 

In the end, I snapped, and I became what I hated the most... something that wasn't human anymore... something that shouldn't have been born...

That was until I was reincarnated as Lucas Nightstar, granted a second chance at a happy life with a loving family. Now, I would do anything to protect them, live my life to the fullest, and was willing to destroy anyone who dares stand in my way of my newfound peace. Yet...

Little did I know what fate had in store for me.
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Rise of the White Devil

They couldn't comprehend who was in front of them as the man spoke again, his voice eerily calm now instead of the earlier anger and frustration.

He repeated again, this time sounding more human than before, yet no one was relieved in the slightest.

It wasn't as if it was impossible to move; it was just that they felt compelled not to. That they should be down on the ground in the man's presence.

Even the ones who were barely standing previously started to get on their knees now.

'W-who is he!? D-don't tell me he is a saint! Is this what it feels like to be in front of a saint?'

The man who started everything with his question thought as he didn't dare to look into the mysterious person's eyes anymore.

He nor anyone here had ever met a saint, but from the way they were all powerless, that was the only logical conclusion that came to their minds.

The Black Market [4]