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The Accursed Lord

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n this world, heroes are not born—they are sculpted from fragments of regret, fury, and the silence of choices left unmade. And if you’re expecting a grand beginning, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed… for the one we call a ‘hero’ bears no sword—only a curse. A curse not named by others, but etched into his blood, as though the world itself rejected him at birth and left him to smolder in its ruins. Morga, a lone figure treading through the remnants of a world on the brink of collapse. He seeks no salvation for others, dreams of no glory, and stands in no light. All he yearns for… is to not be crushed beneath the weight of the hell he never chose. This is no tale of heroism—this is survival, raw and merciless, written by no hand but fate’s indifference.
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