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“These are Curse Inscriptions. Take them and practice hard. You’ll be immune to the Curse Magic here after you master it. Moreover, you’ll be able to gain tremendous strength with Curse Magic to control the powerhouses in this world.” The Southern Reverend accepted these mysterious inscriptions. He asked, “What are you trying to do after luring so many powerhouses into this strange world?” “You don’t need to know.” The dark silhouette disappeared. Immediately afterward, the black clouds also disappeared, and the powerhouses were released. The Southern Reverend walked over and looked at everyone, asking, “Is everyone alright?” “We’re fine, Southern Reverend.” “The black clouds were bizarre. I

His heartbeat is a steady drum in my ear, grounding me when my own sense of self starts to blur at the edges. “This isn’t sustainable,” Blake says quietly. “The Crown is reacting exactly the way it always has.” “By silencing,” I reply. “And that’s making it worse,” he finishes. Another tremor rolls through the land—gentler than before, almost respectful. The Reverent adjusts its focus, honing in on Midnight with patient inevitability. It isn’t angry. It isn’t hungry. It’s curious. And curiosity, I’m starting to understand, is far more dangerous.

I shook my head again, my cries getting louder. “I won’t leave you. I won’t save myself… but you can.” I looked at her and saw her shocked. “Then let’s find a way to get ourselves out from this hell. Okay?” I nodded and looked around. Trying to find any possible way to get out. But there was none. No windows. Only one door. With a guard on it. I’m losing hope. “I need to get one of you. Who will sacrifice?” a man suddenly went in. We looked at him and he was holding a… gun.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

He was consumed by a celestial inferno, a long-awaited paradise found. Kevin had waited for her with an insane devotion. Craved her, religiously, insatiably, madly. He had never felt such intense emotions before, never cared about his women or their romantic encounters but even the mere thought of Emma being with another man was enough to drive him insane. He couldn't shake off the images of her with Jimin, the way they smiled together, their subtle touches. "After tonight you'll forget every fucking boy you've ever been with while I claim you mine," Kevin snarled, his voice dripping with venom and possessiveness.

Then she pulled out a battered deck of cards, slick with age and strange symbols scrawled across the backs. Inside, the hut was choked with incense and rot. Jars lined the walls, holding things better left unnamed, eyes floating, snakes coiled in cloudy liquid, the husks of spiders. Gideon tried not to gag. “This is madness,” he spat, his voice too sharp. The priestess’s head snapped toward him. Her one good eye blazed with fury. “Madness?” she hissed. “Madness be de white man wid de black heart. Madness build machines of death, clank and scream like devils. Madness chain de babies ‘fore dey cry, breed dem like cattle. Madness call itself savior.”

She gathered the black, parasitic thoughts of his confession and locked them safely away in her divine vault, burying them deep beneath a surface of absolute, impenetrable silence. ​As the final barrier snapped into place, a profound, hollow stillness washed over her. Her mind became a quiet, unreadable void. The chaos of her awakening subsided, leaving behind a cold, crystalline clarity. She was no longer a powerless servant to be kicked and discarded by the priests of corruption. She was the keeper of the truth, the silent vault of the cosmos, and the universe would soon have to account for the lies it had told. End of Chapter 8

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

Her aunt is like a pillar who had let her rest her back against her anytime she feels tired giving her new hope to not give up. Two different people from different worlds. One who wants nothing but a normal life with fewer hardships. And the other who loves hardships and overcoming them with his sinister acts. Will the devil ever see the light of heaven? Or he’s more eager to make the hell he lives in, his heaven. ______________________________________ So guys the updates will be slow. I am going to update His Sanity more often than this story. So be ready. Next will be up soon. Don’t forget to like and comment to share your review of the book.

the man asked Bryce. Rever was drunk and couldn't even stand on his legs straight. He was enraged to hear the man's words and prepared a fist to throw at him. "You stinking pig! F***ing fat a*s!" blurted Rever. "I am so sorry! He is just drunk. I apologize on his behalf," begged Oriel, coming to make him stop. She supported him to stand straight and apologized a few times.