Hunter888

Twelve-year-old Satoshi knew nothing of the horrors lurking beyond the veil of reality—until the night
they came for him. His home became a slaughterhouse, his family erased by monstrous entities that defied
comprehension. He should have died with them. Instead, he was taken.
Dragged into an abyss beyond human understanding, Satoshi found himself imprisoned in a realm ruled
by three beings who called themselves gods. They toyed with him, pushing him past the edge of despair,
waiting for him to break. But some souls are not so easily shattered.
In the depths of his suffering, something ancient stirred within him—the Eye of Wrath. A power as
insatiable as the hatred burning in his heart. With it, he turned from prey to predator, slaughtering his
captors and clawing his way back to a world forever changed.
But revenge is never so simple.
The power he wields is not unique. It is one of seven Eyes of Sin, relics of a forgotten war, cursed gifts
passed down through those fated to defy the natural order. And he is not the only one who bears them.
The truth unravels before him through Camila, the Chronicler of Sins, an enigmatic guide who speaks
of a greater battle—of eleven hidden clans moving in the shadows, of the coming war against the Soul
King, the last guardian standing between the world and eternal ruin. Satoshi is no hero, but fate has bound
him to this conflict. He possesses Three of the seven Eyes, an anomaly in a game rigged by forces far
beyond him.
With enemies closing in and allies as dangerous as the foes he faces, Satoshi walks the razor’s edge
between salvation and damnation. The path ahead is drenched in blood, betrayal, and the cold certainty
that power demands a price.
But in a world where strength is the only law, the question remains—will he be the one to change fate,
or merely another pawn swallowed by the abyss

KING OF Sin

No monsters. No cursed libraries. No broken timelines or gods of death—just… peace.

A soft breeze swept through what looked like an endless field of blank pages. Somewhere up above, glowing numbers shimmered in the sky.

The number pulsed like a heartbeat.

One by one, the gang gathered beneath it.

Amelia was the first to show up, brushing dust off her coat and looking up at the glowing number.

"…7,300 views," she murmured, a bit in awe. "That's… a lot of eyes."

She turned around, calm but with a slight smile creeping in.

"I always thought I'd fade away in someone else's story. But here we are. Seen. Heard. Remembered." She paused, then added quietly, "Thanks for that."

Camila popped in next, sword across her waist and not emotionally prepared for this.

"Wait, we're doing a thank-you chapter again? What even am I supposed to say? 'Thanks for witnessing almost get stabbed for character development?'"

She glanced at the number in the sky, then looked away, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Fine. I'll say it." A beat. "Thanks for reading. I don't know who you are, but… I'm glad I didn't have to go through all that alone."

Liam arrived last, barefoot, holding a cup of tea and looking like he hadn't slept in three chapters.

He blinked at the number, then gave a tired smile.

He plopped down in the grass, gazing up at the sky.

"You've seen me fall apart. You've watched me burn out. You've seen me trying again. I have no idea why you stuck around… but I'm thankful you did."

Then there was a flicker of shadow and a whisper of wind.

Athena appeared, standing still and silent for a moment.

When she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.

"I thought I was gone. That I'd just be a memory lost to the dark."

She looked towards the readers—the ones beyond the page.

"But you… pulled me out. Page by page."

A soft smile formed on her lips.

And then came Satoshi, as energetic as ever.

He flopped down in the middle of the field, arms behind his head.

"7.3k, huh? Not too shabby for a bunch of weirdos watching a death god lose his mind live."

"But seriously. If you've been here from the beginning or you're just catching up, it doesn't matter."

He raised a hand toward the sky, tracing the number with his fingers.

"You're part of the story now. So stick around. The real fun is just getting started."

The wind blew again, and the pages shifted.

And somewhere, between the silence and the sky, a whisper echoed from the Author's pen:

"Thank you. Seriously. We write, but you—You make this story real."

[End Bonus Chapter – Thank You for 7.3k Views!]✨ Comment below: Which character's thank-you hit you the hardest? Or… who didn't mean it but said it anyway?

Bonus Chapter – Voices Beyond the Pages