In a world where ancient creatures from the Goryeo era still lurk - Han Su Jin a descendant of the heroes who once locked these creatures away and two of his college friends - are unwittingly drawn into a sinister plot. Aries, a powerful and enigmatic being, has been searching for a way to unlock his kind from their mystical prison. Disguising himself as the CEO of Aries Pharmaceuticals, he conducts twisted experiments on the students, turning them into emotionless, superhuman monsters.

After the experiment fails, Aries abandons his plan for an army and instead forces the students to become monster hunters, tasked with tracking down the remaining creatures scattered throughout South Korea. But as they navigate this treacherous new world, the hunters become the hunted. Fueled by rage, revenge, and the last vestiges of humanity - compassion - they embark on a perilous quest for justice.

With each step, the stakes grow higher, and the destruction mounts. As Han Su Jin uncover the truth about Aries' true intentions and the ancient creatures that threaten humanity, he and other of his kind must confront the blurred lines between heroism and monstrosity. Will they find a way to reclaim their lost humanity, or will they succumb to the darkness that has consumed them?

#Action #Adventure #sci-fi fantasy #cultivation #weaktostrong

P.S. # I would employ two different narrative styles: First person (viewing chapters from different characters perspective) and Third person.

# The language would be to the authors preference and style, to give the book its own uniqueness. Not all words would be as they are, but would be to fit into the immediate event in the novel.

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The Place Called Home

I approached a tall building, and the lights were out, "this is probably a monster-infested building, I better leave before it gets worse." 


As turned to leave, I heard a faint cry for help. It was soft and pathetic, it sounded human. I ventured into the eerie darkness, unbeknownst to the perils inherent within. 


As I ventured deeper into the building, the darkness seemed to swallow me whole. I stumbled forward, my hands outstretched in front of me like a blind man. The cry came again, louder and more urgent, and I followed the sound to a door on the left. 


I pushed it open, and a faint light spilled out, illuminating the hallway. I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim glow. The room was small, with a single bed in the center. A figure lay on the bed, weak. 


"Please..." the figure whispered, their voice barely audible. 


Lurking In The Darkness