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Blood Of Haven

Before the world burned, there were three... The King of Slayers The Child of War And The Savior Who Never Was. History called them killers. Tyrants. Monsters. The ones who brought the end. But what if history lied? King of Slayers: “I am Victor Zefar, King of the Slayers. I come to you as judge and executioner. Eleven years ago, I met the woman you called queen. I helped her while knowing why you sent her.” She had been sold to me as a slave, sent as an assassin, but my truth set her free. When she realized I knew her mission, she never begged for herself. No… she begged for you. “She begged me to spare you disgusting savages — traitors — demons in human flesh! How did you repay her? How did you reward her loyalty? Tell me, people of Oma… how did your queen die?” Child of War: “I hid in the den of snakes, awaiting the monster who killed Father. He had waged war on my people and won. He loved to claim all that lived. He especially wanted Mother. Only death freed her from his grasp. Now he was after me. I had one mission: kill the monster, or die trying.” Savior Who Never Was: “I lived among the Immortals for a millennia. I was told tales of humanity’s salvation but watched them destroy each other every century. One tyrant in particular was granted blessing and power from the Heavens themselves. I watched him end a race and walk away with their prince,  a mere child — as his trophy. I dared to defy Paradise to get to Earth. I had to end that tyrant’s reign even if my home and people: Haven and the Immortals, were against interfering. What would happen if I left without their consent? Would they fight me? Could they stop me? Well… only the Spirit behind Adam's eyes knows the truth. Was I ever home, or in prison?”
MBU_Overlord_6594 · 35.9k Views

The Shadow of Immortality

The feeling was fleeting, sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where his past should have been. A beautiful face he once loved… now mere grains of sand slipping through Clark's fingers. All that remained for him now was his name: Clark. This forgetting was incredibly potent. Clark felt an intense headache in every pore of his head. He began to see his surroundings. He was wearing rusty metal armor. When he looked ahead, he saw a strange man. He was calm, holding a nearly empty bottle of liquor. This man had lit a fire and was sitting beside it. Next to him was a rotting, dead corpse. The stench of blood was piercing, revolting to Clark's senses. Clark was tense, his hand on the sword beside him. He didn't understand why, but it was the survival instinct within him. The man looked at Clark. His voice was unsettlingly calm. • "Don't trouble yourself reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him, I found him like this with an empty bottle." Clark ignored the dizziness and sat beside the man, his hand still on the hilt. Clark's voice sounded as if his vocal cords were frayed from hunger. • "Who are you? What is this place?" • "My name is Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only breathing thing. So I dragged you here." I was hoping you had answers. About me. About any of this." Clark's expression froze. He hadn't comprehended that he had amnesia. "What do you mean 'about you'?" Jin replied with a helpless smile. "I don't know. I've lost… everything. All that's left for me is instinct. The need to survive. That's all." Enjoy reading it!
diodaa · 251.1k Views

ReWritten: Walking the Path of Yours Truly

At fifteen, Aarius finds himself trapped in a replica of Hell’s first floor, forced into merciless combat against devils and nightmarish monsters. But by this point in time, he’s already accustomed to this brutal routine—fighting not just to survive, but to grow stronger. For Aarius, battle has become training, and Hell itself has become a place where his abilities can be pushed to their limits. As a Mana Manipulator, he has a natural resonance with mana, allowing him to grow faster in environments saturated with it. What would be a nightmare for most becomes an opportunity for him to sharpen his control and unlock new techniques. Outside of this brutal training ground, life doesn’t slow down. Aarius must still juggle school, expectations, and the growing weight of the powers awakening within him. Strange magical experiments and unanswered questions about the nature of his abilities begin pulling him deeper into mysteries far larger than himself. But through all the daily pains Aarius has to persevere, one person keeps his sanity alive. Though Aarius isn’t exactly from this country, nor this world itself, he meets Kida; A girl he meets in high school through pure coincidence. Life seems more peaceful with her, but before he knows it, Something unexpected happens. Aarius makes a miscalculation, and the Omni-Transport circle he’s been desperate to figure out, activates on him; But it doesn’t work as intended. Kida is caught in the misfire, and they’re bodies both disintegrate, yet soul intact. He suddenly finds himself trapped inside a massive labyrinth with a traumatized girl from the horrors of the place they find themselves in; A place filled with relentless monsters and unforgiving trials; survival demands more than raw power. Together, they must rely on trust, strategy, and the limits of their ingenuity to make it out alive. But the deeper they go, the more this place begins to test not just their strength… but who they truly are.
archion · 1.6k Views