Mahargha_Mondal

Synopsis 

The world is in chaos after massive portals, known as the Gates of Olympus, opened, unleashing titanic monsters, Giants lbelieved to be remnants of ancient myths—the Titans, The giants & Various Mythical monsters. These colossal beings wreak havoc on humanity, with only a select few capable of opposing them. These gifted individuals, called Celestials, wield powers granted by fragments of divine artifacts. 

Jin Shang, a powerless orphan, dreams of joining the Celestials to protect humanity but is rejected time and again. Despite his limitations, his determination and strategic mind make him a valuable companion to his group of friends—until they betray him. 

Captured and thrown into the Labyrinth of Perdition, a maze designed by the gods to imprison demons and lost souls, Jin Sang faces certain death. But within the labyrinth, he discovers an ancient and forbidden power—the essence of Erebus, the primordial god of darkness. With the ability to command shadows and manipulate the fears of his enemies, Jin Sang begins his harrowing journey to survive the labyrinth. 

Each step in the labyrinth reveals hidden truths about the Titans, the gods, and the betrayal of his friends. With newfound powers fueled by vengeance, Jin Sang vows not only to escape the labyrinth but also to bring justice to those who left him for dead.

Gates of Olympus

Jin sat in his dimly lit room, his breath unsteady, his heart pounding like war drums in his chest. Sweat clung to his skin as the remnants of his vision still burned in his mind. His past—the truth—had finally been laid bare.

The boy who had been thrown away.

The air felt suffocating, thick with emotions he couldn't name. His body ached from the wounds of battle, but nothing compared to the agony that tore through his soul.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms until they bled.

The question echoed in his mind, unanswered. His father had chosen to abandon them. And for what?

Jin's vision blurred as he forced himself to stand. His mind screamed for clarity, for purpose. He couldn't sit here drowning in memories.

And now, he knew the truth of his bloodline and also the Shadow of Han Jin Hyuk

Elsewhere, in the depths of an underground sanctuary, Han Jin Hyuk stood before an altar, his hands resting on the cold stone surface. The flickering candlelight cast dark shadows across his face, making his already hollow expression appear even more lifeless.

Before him, a giant slab of black stone bore inscriptions written in an ancient language—one only a few in the world could understand. A prophecy. A warning. A curse.

He traced the engraved words with his fingers.

"The child of the anomaly shall bring forth calamity. The heavens shall weep, and the earth shall burn. Blood shall mark the era's end."

Jin Hyuk's breath was shallow as he stared at the prophecy that had dictated his entire life.

The reason he had abandoned his family.

The reason why Han Suho—now Jin Shang—had been marked for death since the moment of his birth.

He clenched his jaw, memories clawing their way to the surface.

The day he met Eva, the way her smile had burned away his cold heart.

The happiness he had held in his hands, fragile, fleeting.

The moment he had discovered what their son truly was.

Not just a child. Not just his son.

A being whose very existence defied the natural laws of the world.

Han Jin Hyuk had once believed he could fight fate. That he could protect his family from the inevitable.

But fate was a cruel, merciless force.

It had taken everything from him.

And now, it had led his son—his greatest regret—back into the heart of the storm.

Suddenly a presence stirred behind him.

"You saw the boy, didn't you?" A voice echoed through the chamber.

Jin Hyuk didn't turn. "He's no longer a boy."

"Then what is he?" The figure stepped forward, the flickering light revealing sharp, golden eyes.

Jin Hyuk exhaled slowly, his fingers curling into a fist.

A hope that should have never been born.

He didn't remember when he'd fallen asleep—or if he had slept at all. His mind was still reeling from everything he had seen, everything he had learned.

His body screamed in protest as he forced himself to stand, but he ignored the pain. He had suffered worse.

He stepped toward the mirror, his reflection staring back at him.

The face of a man who had lived through hell.

The eyes of a child who had been forsaken.

He had spent his entire life searching for his place in this world.

He wasn't just some warrior fighting for survival.

He was the living defiance of fate.

And if his father thought he could erase him, if the world thought it could bury him beneath lies and blood—

Then he would carve his name into history with his own hands.

Jin turned toward the door. His next move was clear.

It was time to hunt down the man who had left him to die.

Chapter 69: The Cursed Bloodline