The Sovereign of the Silent Bloom.
Sovereign of the Silent Bloom: The Prologue
“Look at it!” Kṣaya’s laughter roared as he mocked the foundations of the world—the soil beneath and the sky above. High above was the burning canopy; while below, people had turned into monsters of pure greed. He paced around Shèng Tiān-Yī, who knelt upon the ground, the weight of a lost battle bowing her head.
Kṣaya’s eyes gleamed with a cruel, intoxicating triumph.
"I am the God of this world," he declared. "I am the fate of the universe. And you? You are nothing but a memory fading into the mud."
He threw his arms wide, laughing like a demon who had just consumed the world. And he had!
Tiān-Yī did not look up. A single tear traced a path through the scars on her face, falling silently onto her palm. She knew a truth he had forgotten: Nature does not bargain; it balances.
"Enjoy your rule, Kṣaya," she whispered, her voice full of a warning. "But remember... those who try to claim the Vṛkṣa-Maṇḍala never find a graceful end."
Deep within her soul, where his arrogance could never reach, she felt a flicker. The one who will end you has already been born, she told herself. Kṣaya heard nothing but his own glory. He didn't know the clock had already started ticking.
A small, unnoticed smirk touched her lips.
Your end is coming, Kṣaya. Very soon.
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A Century of Deep Silence.
A splash. A gasp.
Cold, thick mud covered a mouth that had been screaming just moments ago. A young person jerked awake in a puddle, surrounded by mud-streaked children with eyes like forest demons with shining stone on their forehead.
"Where... am I?"
"You’re in the Vṛkṣa-Maṇḍala, sleeper," a child sneered.
Before another word could be spoken, the children reached down, grabbing a fresh handful of heavy silt and stuffed it into the man’s mouth, silencing him instantly.
"Now shut up," the boy mocked, his eyes glinting. "And grow."
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What happens when a modern mind wakes up in a world ruled by biological laws?
Can a "stagnant" outcast really dismantle a tyrant’s monopoly?
Who is the mysterious figure Shèng Tiān-Yī promised would come?
In a world where nature takes back everything it gives, what is the price of the Crown? And who is willing to pay it to the very end?
So let’s dive into the mysteries of the Vṛkṣa-Maṇḍala and explore a journey where nature always has the final word.
