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Ode To Pain: The Most Handsome Boy is Twisted Inside

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Dark Fiction: This novel will leave you deeply damaged if its your first read, make sure to leave it for later on if you are new. In a world where souls lie dormant and people wander trapped in digital numbness, he is a shadow that doesn’t fit: beautiful, powerful, and crude. As the system crushes every spark of originality, his only refuge lies in mastering forbidden energy arts that promise him liberation. Caught between the brutality of reality and the fragile hope born in his hands, he battles visible and invisible monsters, walking a dark path where beauty is merely a mask for inner torment. In this odyssey of pain and power, every step draws him closer to the final truth. You can call me J. I found myself writting the synopsis and the title over and over, feeling like I had just tainted something sacred. It's as, if the point of the novel died within the autor making such a title. You will understand later on- What to expect? No harem, no yaoi nor yuri involved within the actions of the protagonist. Not an edgy protagonist, yet sort of broken. Dystopian society. Will probably have +18, yet it will never be it's focus. ñ¿ This book is extremely personal and many of my ideals, if not all of them can be found between lines.
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