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Assasination Classroom Infinite Loops

The Grim Loop Of Destiny

[WSA Entry 2025] [Disclaimer:] This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It delves into the darkest depths of humanity, where morality is shattered, and power reigns supreme. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. If you seek light, hope, and happiness, turn away now. But maybe just maybe you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. If so, prove it. [Synopsis:] In a world on the brink of ruin, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this blood-soaked tapestry lies Narzan a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a death sentence. Beyond its borders lie forbidden realms: the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares take form; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These lands whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape existence itself. Above it all looms the Arcana Veli an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. Its threads twist and tangle with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish. Veythor is a man cursed by fate, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured nothing but torment and betrayal. On Earth, he was broken by those he trusted betrayed by family, ruined by love, and left to die in despair. In his second life, his fate was even crueler, his body and soul crushed by monsters in human form. But Thalvoria his third life is the most merciless of all. A vast and unforgiving world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the very land hungers for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor refuses to break. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he sharpens his pain into a weapon. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar strengthens his will. As the balance of power shifts and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of the man who refuses to die? When the world itself thirsts for blood, Veythor will rise or drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.
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My Young Husband, The Assasin

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …
Diny_Rosaly · 8.2K Views
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