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Regressor Ego Sword

If humanity is born wicked, why do we still yearn for justice, hope, and light? Are we cursed… or are we simply reflections of a corrupted world?” On the vast planet Gaia, three mighty empires dominate the continents of Teotl, Aether, and Lago, bound together by the ancient landlines known as Sindeis. Here, every living being carries within them a fragment of the world’s sacred essence — Ethere, the life force that flows through creation itself. Humans harness Ethere through four sub-productions: Aura, Ego, Mana, and Force. Animals channel the primal flow of Nature, while divine and demonic beasts wield Divinity or Sin, blessings and curses born from the gods themselves. In this age of chaos, the gods have abandoned Gaia, leaving the world to the mercy of the Seven Demonic Sins: ancient beings of destruction who once served the pantheon itself. Against them rose six heroes, mortals who transcended humanity and became known as the Superhumans, or as people called them... the New Gods. But even gods can fall. When the war against the Sins reached its end, only Kul-Kain the Golden, the Superhuman of Ruin, remained alive. In despair, he burned his very soul to strike down the divine Triad that had forsaken humankind — destroying gods, demons, and himself alike. Yet the story of the world does not end with death. Twenty-five years before the cataclysm, the soul of Kul-Kain awakens once more — trapped within a golden sword, the very blade gifted to him at his coming-of-age ceremony. Now reborn in his past, burdened with the memories of the future, Kul-Kain must face the question that shattered his faith: If the gods themselves are flawed, can a man become the one true Divinity?
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A BOY MADE OF SHADOWS

He didn’t grow up with a real name. In the place he was raised, they didn’t bother with names at all. They just burned numbers onto kids, and his number was XI. That’s how people talked to him—like, “Number Eleven, do this,” “Number Eleven, stand there.” It wasn’t a life. It was just… existing. He spent most of his childhood underground. Cold stone floors, dim lamps, the same halls every day. He didn’t know anything about the outside world or why the people there were training him. He only knew that the shadows around him always felt strange, like they were watching him. One night, during some ritual he never understood, something unexpected happened. The shadows that were supposed to kill him didn’t. They moved toward him instead—like they recognized him. Like they’d been waiting for him. After that, he walked out of the fortress. No plan. No idea what to do. He picked the name Kael because he needed something normal to call himself. But the world outside isn’t simple. People stare at him. Some are scared of him. And the shadows that cling to him… he still doesn’t know how to control them, or if they’re even safe. Kael isn’t trying to be special or powerful. He just wants to understand who he is and where he belongs. Maybe he’s just a kid who was treated wrong his whole life. Or maybe he’s something else—something the people in that fortress were afraid to admit. Whatever the truth is, he knows one thing: He’s never going back to being a number again.
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