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Return at Dawn: Beyond the wall (Bl)

Daoist21c7x2
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Elliot Dawn never believed in fate—until he opened a mysterious book that shouldn't exist. Inside, it spoke of an apocalyptic world ravaged by mutations and war. Before he could understand more, Elliot found himself thrust into that very world, transmigrated into the body of the Porcelain General—a commander whose existence was never meant to be. Now trapped in a timeline that wants him erased, Elliot must survive as the Porcelain Commander, a title that offers no respect but keeps him weak and controlled. Guided by a lazy sloth-like system and hunted by forces that want him gone, Elliot uncovers the truth behind a world torn apart by mutations, deadly crystals, and power struggles between humans, mutants, and zombies. The one man who stands at the center of it all is Sahir, the Ancient Messenger, who was supposed to erase Elliot—but for some reason, he hesitates. In a war-torn world where survival is a gamble, Elliot must navigate this twisted fate, learn the truth of his existence, and decide whether to embrace the power he never asked for or risk everything to change the course of history.
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Chapter 1 - The Book of Destiny

The city streets were silent, shrouded in the kind of stillness that only appeared in the dead of night. Elliot Dawn tightened his jacket against the cold as he wandered aimlessly, the sharp bite of the evening air doing little to clear the fog in his mind. Sleep had evaded him for days now, leaving him restless and yearning for escape.

Tonight, his usual path felt dull, his feet dragging with every step. He veered into an unfamiliar alley, drawn by some unexplainable pull, and that's when he saw it—a small, dimly lit shop nestled between two towering apartment blocks. The sign above the door was crooked, the paint peeling, and the words barely legible: "MOVING SALE – EVERYTHING MUST GO!"

Elliot frowned. He was certain this shop hadn't been here before, but something about it called to him. Maybe it was the warm light spilling out into the cold night, or the faint hum of something he couldn't quite place, like the sound of the universe shifting.

The bell above the door jingled as he stepped inside.

The interior was cramped, cluttered with stacks of boxes, shelves teetering with dusty books, trinkets, and oddities. A faint smell of old paper and incense filled the air. He let out a small sigh, feeling a strange sense of calm, as though the weight of his worries momentarily lifted.

"Hello?" Elliot called out, his voice echoing in the quiet shop.

There was no answer. Shrugging, he began to browse, his fingers skimming over cracked leather book spines and antique objects. Most of it seemed like junk, but one shelf caught his attention.

It was nearly empty, save for a single book.

The book looked ancient, its black cover worn and the edges frayed. Embossed on the front was a strange symbol—a circle split by a jagged line, surrounded by intricate runes. At the top, in faded gold letters, was a number: 0092.

Elliot felt a chill run through him as he reached out to pick it up.

The second his fingers touched the cover, the shop seemed to go silent. The faint hum he'd noticed earlier grew louder, reverberating in his chest. A strange warmth spread through him, something like electricity.

"What the…" he muttered, pulling the book closer to his face.

"Not that one," a voice said sharply behind him.

Elliot spun around, startled. The voice belonged to an older man standing at the counter, his eyes piercing, and his expression grim.

"That book's not for sale," the man said, stepping closer.

Elliot, already holding the book tightly, raised an eyebrow. "It was sitting right there on the shelf, and you're telling me it's not for sale? What's the point of a moving sale if the goods aren't actually, you know, for sale?"

The man's frown deepened, his lips pressing into a thin line. "I don't know how it got there, but you shouldn't—"

Elliot smirked, cutting him off. "Look, I didn't ask for the rules, just for the price. So, how much?"

The man hesitated, his eyes narrowing in a way that made Elliot uneasy. Then, he sighed as if resigned to something beyond his control. "Take it. Just… don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, Elliot slipped the book under his arm and made his way out the door. The bell jingled behind him, and he stepped into the cold night, the book feeling heavy in his hands.

As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, like the world had tilted slightly off its axis.

Elliot sat at his small kitchen table, the book lying in front of him. His apartment was silent, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.

He hadn't been able to put the book down since he'd brought it home. There was something magnetic about it, as if it were calling to him.

Opening the cover, he found the first page blank, but the next was filled with intricate symbols and diagrams—maps, but none of places he recognized. They looked like a language he couldn't understand, yet something about them felt… familiar. The diagrams twisted and shifted as though they had a life of their own.

"What the hell is this?" Elliot whispered, tracing the lines with his finger.

As his eyes followed the symbols, the air around him began to change. It grew colder, heavier. The faint hum that had been pulsing in his chest grew louder until it was almost deafening. Elliot blinked hard, trying to focus on the book, but the symbols seemed to blur and shift again.