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The Rise of the Fallen Star

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Adrian Vale was a master of lies — a silver-tongued lawyer who wielded truth like a weapon and bent justice to the will of those who paid in bloodstained gold. Raised in the shadow of abandonment, he trusted no one, cared for nothing, and served only himself. His clients were monsters, and he was their priest, absolving them in court with venomous charm and ruthless cunning. But fate, ever patient, comes to collect. When Adrian takes on the defense of Marcus Drevane — a sadistic aristocrat with a body count carved in children’s bones — he expects another victory, another check. Instead, the case spirals into catastrophe. The jury sees through the veil. Drevane is sentenced. And in a final act of wrath, the madman buries a blade in Adrian’s side... and karma finishes the job on a cold courthouse stairwell. Yet death is not the end. Adrian awakens not to heaven, nor to the second-chance fantasy world he always mocked in cheap novels — but to Hell. Real. Endless. And familiar. Here, the damned walk trials of their own. Here, lies have weight. And here, Adrian Vale must face every soul he ever helped condemn to Earth’s broken justice. But even in damnation, Adrian is not done. Armed only with his wits, his defiance, and the flickering ember of something long buried — regret, perhaps... or the desire for redemption — Adrian must navigate the infernal courts of Hell itself, where devils prosecute the dead, and the wages of sin are never what they seem. This is the tale of a man who thought he’d fallen — only to discover he had much further to go.
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When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!

One scam package, That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void. ... He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box. It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, ''I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.'' An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets. So he did what any broke student would do: He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well. "Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package." Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him. People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible. As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'. Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul." He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money! He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract. As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question: When did I become an artifact dealer?! By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character. And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to. "Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it."
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