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Watching Hellsing

The cursed Hellsings rise again

The smell of the sea would always bring a smile to the face of many and strike the spark of adventure into the hearts of those who wished to travel along those high seas to explore the unknown nothing is like exploring the unknown especially if its dangerous the seas have aways drawn interesting people and has been the source of many myths and legends this story isn't different a boy no a man who died in his old life finds him self in a strange new world in the body of a 5 year old but this story isn't just about myths and legends o no its about the greediness and evil that's in the hearts of man and how unbelievable people react to things they dont understand this is not a story of heroes and knights nor it a fairytale of how the good always win and the evil is defeated o no this is a tail of survival and ruthlessness of thieves and cutthroats of the greedy and the poor of faith and the sinners this is the age of the black plague so sit down and listen to this old pirates tail yes sit and listen wall I tell you of the pirate by the name Hunter fang hellsing but you all would know him as the emperor of the coursed ones the navy calls him the Fang of the sea or something like that haha let us start this tail where all tails should start in the beginning. a old gamer dies of a heart attack wall playing he is then reincarnated into a familiar child body he soon realised he was in the very game he loved and in the body of his character in that game astonished but happy this man slowly sat up volunteer himself to live this life to the fullest he was a god like being in the game exploring the unknown that old spark was back with that the adventure begins come lets go on this adventure alongside him shall we
DEERSKULL · 26.8K Views

No matter the suffering, I decide to keep living

"I will keep surviving... even if the world rejects my very existence." I woke up in the darkness. No warning, no clues. As my eyes adjusted to the strange light around me, I realized—this place wasn’t unfamiliar. Yes, I know this world. This… is the world of a novel I once read. A fictional world, where heroes shine and demons fall. But behind all of that lies a truth never written on any page: This world is hell. The difficulty level? Inhuman. There’s no interface. No hidden powers awakening when I’m on the brink of death. No lucky twist saving me at the last second. There is only pain—raw, relentless, and ever-present. My body is wounded, my mind shattered, my hope torn apart piece by piece… As if someone behind the scenes is savoring every second. And I know who you are. The Author. Yes, you, sitting calmly behind the screen, typing away, Watching me spiral deeper into suffering. You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching me fall. Watching me cry. Watching me break. Maybe to you, I’m just a story. Just a fictional character with no feelings. But I know I exist. And I know this pain is real. So hear me now. I will not die. At least… not yet. Because I will survive long enough—become strong enough—to flip this story on its head. I will live. Not because this world deserves to be fought for… But because I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me. So keep writing, Author. Because every page you write… brings me one step closer to taking back my own story.
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