The True of Mistake
Death is not death This is what came to my mind when I woke up at that moment to this new life.
In a fragile world, values crumble before a curse with no name… except “Nothing.”
An unknown sin born within certain humans, devouring them in silence, announcing their end before they ever begin.
Maithen, a boy from the depths of poverty, is one of the marked… known only as “the Phantoms.”
His life was a margin in an unwritten book, until the signs began to burn through him:
Cold bleeding, dark dreams, and screams no one else could hear.
Then… death.
But death was not the end.
He awoke in a land without time, without sun, without meaning… known only as The Black Land.
A realm torn between reality and illusion, inhabited by broken souls and beasts called “Chaos”—
creatures born of human sins… reborn in flesh and ruin.
In this world, there is no law but survival, and no survival without power.
And in the midst of the dark, Maithen’s true phantom awakened—
the very force that once consumed him… now became his weapon.
A power beyond understanding, shattering logic and dissolving weakness… but it comes at a price.
Along his path, he will meet those who were once human, now something else.
Some flee. Some rule. Some seek an exit that may not exist.
And the question that haunts him like a shadow:
Is the curse within him… or is he the curse?
