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Awakened Horror: Evolution Wonderland

[Warning: Mature Content] "He's deemed as the villain… but what if his actions were just misunderstood?" __________ [Rabble band of outcasts!] Calm witch~ "I've got a dissociative personality disorder, but I can separate them as individual entities!" Mischievous warrior~ "I've got a high level of potential, I'm a man from hell after all." Bored trickster~ "I've got many stunts up my sleeves, I can make you moan and bleed at the same time!" Me~ "I'm just an honest FBI trainee." ________ In the spirited underside of a world shadowed by the Abyss, Roman, a promising but untested FBI trainee, stumbles into a chilling nightmare. An inexplicable phenomenon unleashed bloodthirsty creatures unlike anything the world has ever witnessed, and in the chaos, Roman finds himself infected. His search for answers throws him into a perilous alliance with a rabble band of outcasts – a calm witch with secrets of her own, a mischievous warrior scarred by encounters with the Abyssal darkness, and a bored trickster hiding a surprising depth of knowledge. Haunted by visions of a looming apocalypse and whispers of an ancient prophecy, Roman must unravel the true secrets of his infection before it consumes him and unleashes the full, chilling might of the Abyss upon the world. The Abyssal stain wrenches within him, a dark melody whispering promises of power and destruction from the very depths of hell. But can Roman resist the Abyss' seductive pull? As his power grows, the line between a protagonist and an antagonist blurs.

Dreamylad · Fantasy
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35 Chs

Chapter 019: A Garden of roses.

Hiding from the FBI wasn't the jolly romp my imagination had cooked up. My location would've been pinged faster than a cricket ball off a bat if not for Grace's enchantment. Apparently, according to Lazaros, she was a full-blown witch.

My boots crunched on the slumbering grass, my skin impervious to the night's chill. The moon, a perfect silver disc, hung high above, casting long shadows as I navigated the deserted, rocky lane beneath the cliff. The server's cryptic instructions guided me.

'Didnt Lazaros creat you?' I had asked, after the server's ascertainment of the trickster's needs to me.

'[No.]' It had simply replied, which I frowned upon. Why did Lazaros lie to me?

Nestled beneath the cliff's craggy face, a cave yawned open, its entrance adorned with a single, impossibly vibrant rose. Unlike the slumbering grasses, it stood defiant, a bloom of life against the stone.