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Gates Guilt: Resurrection

The era of the sun is a dead memory. Humanity's sprawling kingdoms have fallen, and the last remnants of civilization are buried alive. Trapped within a decaying, subterranean iron bunker known as the Sanctuary, the few survivors of an apocalyptic extinction cling to a grim existence. Outside the walls lies an unforgiving abyss of monsters and black miasma; inside, the reality is just as terrifying. Under the iron-fisted rule of Chief Murad Xie, the Sanctuary survives through a horrifying arithmetic. Compassion is a forgotten language, and the weak are literally consumed to keep the strong alive. Eleven-year-old Akira and his mother, Syuri, are the last sparks of hope in this sterile tomb. While the rest of humanity has surrendered to the ruthless, blood-soaked laws of their cage, Syuri preaches of a forgotten world above—a place of blue skies and green earth. Her dreams earn her the title of a madwoman from the starving crowds, but Akira fiercely protects his innocence, clinging to her teachings in a society that demands cruelty. But innocence is a death sentence at the end of the world. As resources run dry and the shadow of starvation threatens to snap the Sanctuary's fragile peace, an elite soldier named Klein takes Akira under his wing. Knowing the brutal truth of their decaying sanctuary, Klein drags the boy into the pitch-black outskirts of the gates. Through agonizing, bone-breaking training, he seeks to strip away the boy's naive hopes and forge him into a weapon capable of surviving the nightmare to come. As the last embers of human civilization threaten to burn out forever, Akira stands at a crossroads. He must decide whether to surrender to the savage reality of humanity's final cage, or bleed to prove that his mother’s beautiful world still exists in the dark.
Gatesguilt · 13.9k Views

In The Name Of The World

Mysticism, magic, sorcerers, and witches. These are the labels humanity once bestowed upon things that defied logic, explanations crafted to soothe the mind in the face of the unknown. As humanity advanced, what was once called "magic" was cast aside by history, replaced by the rigid lens of science. Yet, in the shadows of the world, beyond the reach of ordinary perception, magic and those who wield it truly exist, silently standing as the unseen protectors of mankind. Mythology is not mere fiction, gods once walked the earth, bestowing upon humanity the forbidden knowledge that birthed magic. This was the Age of Gods. As civilization progressed, this knowledge was refined and simplified, allowing even ordinary mages to harness its power, a period known as the Middle Age. But human nature remains unchanged. Great wars ravaged every major era of history, and the mass sacrifice of mages nearly brought magic to a permanent end. To ensure survival, the High Mages of that time established the Magic Council, enacting laws to govern sorcerers and witches, and forging a fragile peace within the mystical realm. In the wake of this stability, Great Academies rose to train the next generation of protectors. But history’s lessons were soon forgotten. A faction of pure-blood mages, fueled by contempt for humanity, united to form an organization rivaling the Council. Their insurrection led to a catastrophic war, ended only when the world’s last Grand Sage sacrificed the full power of the Sorcerer’s Stone to turn back time, vanishing into eternity alongside the leader of the Dark Magic society. This ultimate sacrifice bought a brief, fleeting peace. Now, the "Reapers" of Dark Magic have scattered into the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to dismantle the Council. This story begins 70 years after that war. On the surface, the world has returned to its proper course. But is it truly the peace it seems? No one can say for sure. (Um.... I'm not really good at English, so sorry for the bad experience you might have if reading this story, I would like to use some outside help to be able to give you a better reading experience, if you don't like it then I'm really sorry (T-T).)
HoshimiKen · 4k Views

Into the Apocalypse: Saving My Favorite Villain

It is said that a child finds comfort only in their home — their Sanctuary, the only place where they feel safe, loved, and at peace. This is the case for many children, even adults. But unfortunately, It was destined that I would not be one of them. In my own home. Among my family. With the mother who gave birth to me and the siblings who came from the same womb. I have never, not even for one day, felt love or comfort there. My sisters are ashamed of me. My younger brother does not respect me. And my mother? She is the harshest of all. Since I was a child, she has not loved me, cannot stand to see me, and scolds me whenever she does. As I grew up, I became nothing but the family’s disgrace — a moving money box for my mother and my little brother. How many times have I thought about ending my life? How many times have I thought about giving up on this miserable life? People may think I am too dramatic, but — If you have not burned yourself on live coals, how can you feel their heat? No one in this world will ever understand me. But that’s all right. Because I did not give up. Not because I am strong. Not because I am holding on to life. But because of one person. Except this person was not human. Not an animal. Not even a ghost. This person is the final villain in my favorite novel. Years spent following him, reading everything that happened to him. Years spent accompanying him. His existence became my world — my only world. I love him. I adore him. Even if he is not real. Even if he is only a man of paper and ink. I am willing to do anything for him. I would die for him. And then the gods granted me my only wish... Now, I am in his world. And this time, I will save him. Yes, I will do the impossible to save him. I will kill for him and die for him. So, Cassel… This is how madly I love you. How much I am obsessed with you. I am ready to destroy myself and the whole world for you.  ... So, can you look at me?
EratoChronicles · 493k Views