KEMBALINYA KETUA POLIS AWIE
By @SHAHNUR IMAN
In a world drenched in blood, Muhd Awie, a man once revered as the 'Chief of Police' and whispered to be a god among assassins, racers, and fighters, walks a path of vengeance. His beloved wife, the sole beacon in his shadowy existence, was brutally murdered by an insidious enemy, shattering his stoic facade. Now, his legendary skills - unparalleled marksmanship, unmatched racing prowess, devastating combat artistry - are sharpened not by justice, but by an unquenchable thirst for retribution. As he delves deeper into the criminal underworld, he will confront not only the architects of his pain but also the moral decay within himself, risking everything to reclaim a ghost of peace in a world that thrives on murder.
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The Grave-Walker's Dirge
By @john1208
I woke to the smell of damp earth and lilies, standing at the funeral of a boy I watched die ten years ago. In my past life, I was the fool who held the line against the Charnel-Wraiths - a disposable meat shield who died in agony so the 'heroes' of the Morven Lodge could flee. Now, the Dirge-Weaver's Loom has spun me back to the beginning. Disguised as a mediocre Scavenger Rogue, I stalk the foggy, cobblestone courtyards of the academy with a quietly ruthless purpose. Let Pellam Ystmar flaunt his bought-and-paid-for enchanted armor; let the instructors sneer at my abysmal stats. I am a Grave-Walker, and the shadows are my domain. I bide my time, cultivating my true power in secret while a mysterious string of gruesome murders plagues the academy grounds. But my low profile shatters during the Grand Exhibition. When the Lodge unveils a dormant, legendary shadow-blade meant for Pellam, the weapon instead shatters its display, tearing through the hall to resonate violently in my grasp. The brutal murders and the waking blade are one and the same, but how long can I hide the monster I’ve become before the academy realizes the truth?
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