The Manipulators
SERIOUS WARNING:
If you are under 18, DO NOT click open this fiction;
If you are in a state of mental stress recently, DO NOT click any chapters;
If you are suffering emotional instability in the recent period, DO NOT browse this story.
Considering some bloody, violent, abnormal, even repelling scenes inside could probably cause uneasiness mentally or physically, please take this warning seriously. Plenty of light-hearted comedy on this platform, which I highly recommend, would serve you better than this dark story.
This warning is not a trick, only because this fiction is not for everyone and all.
What are you going to choose: to desert, or to fight to the big end of all your troops and die, if you are the general leading an army of three hundred thousand soldiers?
What did the General see, do, and collect among the mountains for three years because of lost?
How an impoverished boy who could barely feed himself had anything to do with the crown prince thousands of kilometers away?
How did it feel—when you want to give your heart to someone as a gift, he just cracked your chest with a dagger and took it by himself before you presented it?
What would make you happier—to revenge your family, people, and country, or to dominate an empire or even a continent?
Which horror is harder to take: the darkness of the night or the one inside people's hearts, the beasts close enough to snorting to your face or the venom of killing from your brother?
luosifen99 · Fantasy
