All Chapters of The Magus Echoes of the forgotten: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10
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A bastard on the list
Life could be dream. Life was a clickbait, a bitch. So unpredictable and unforgiving. It taunts us with the idea of fairness, but rarely delivers on that promise. Never fair, yet it often preaches fairness. I remember certain things... things that make me feel like I've been through this before. It's as if I'm reliving it all over again. So intense that it feels too real to be mere déjà vu. So what! Blood, my hands were stained with blood. "Just die, motherf****r!" "Die!" "Die!" "Diiie!!" In the heat of the moment, I yelled those words. I wanted him gone. Pitoo- "Why do you hold on to life so tightly? I'm doing you and society a big favor, damn it! Why can't you understand?! Why can't anybody understand?! Why?!!!" I grabbed him by the collar and shook him. He didn't respond. Worry gripped my heart as I hastily checked his pulse. He was alive... barely hanging on. I was relieved! Grabbing him by the head, I slammed him to the ground repeatedly until I heard a wet crunch.
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Three Chances
My vision... it's... Damn it! Why is it acting up now, of all times? Why now, damn it! I refuse! I will see this through. I have to endure. I can't fall here... and if I must, then they are coming with me! I have to make sure of it... But not now, not like this. I still have so much to do. Asu! I owe it to her! I can't let these parasites continue to roam around while her blood cries out for vengeance. For that, I'll keep moving! Teeth grinding, eyes itchy, I forced myself up and grabbed a dull, rusty knife from the table nearby. The light from the bulb above started flickering intermittently. "Power shortage? Tch, how convenient. There's something I must show you before the lights go out. I can't let that happen. It's just too cruel. You have to see it. You must." I dragged him by the hair and slammed his back against the wall, delivering a couple of slaps to wake him up. His eyes slowly regained focus. "YES, THAT'S IT! GOOD BOY! You've probably heard that line too many times. It
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No morals, No rules!
It all goes back to the time when my parents found themselves in deep trouble after borrowing money from an infamous gang known as The Big Brotherhood. This gang had its hands in every illicit deal, place, and market in the underworld. They held significant influence, with a far-reaching network that extended to individuals in high positions. Their ability to carry out dirty work without question allowed them to overpower smaller gangs and expand rapidly. The Big Brotherhood had numerous affiliates across various fields and locations, making them difficult to track down. My father, who was a role model for all deadbeats, squandered the money he borrowed from them and vanished in the middle of the night. Since he rarely left his room except to eat, shit, or vent his anger, none of us noticed his disappearance. It was good riddance. However, the debt collectors were far less forgiving. On the due date, they arrived, demanding their money. However, our ignorant selves claimed complete
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Culling
World? Order? Gods? Rules? Owners? Guest? I couldn't care less... The only thing I registered was that it was time for the culling! The Brotherhood had been violated, and the Big Boss had betrayed our sacred code. I had allies, I had a cause. The roles had reversed. I had formed connections and created makeshift families within and outside of the gang. Bowing my head and retreating was out of the question. I had valuable experience and significant alliances. I had come prepared. Without hesitation, I demanded custody of my sister from the big boss. However, he outright refused. We both knew what was coming and were prepared for it. Before our sides clashed, he warned me. "Turn back. Do not go any further. No matter the outcome, you are bound to lose... only eternal regret awaits your actions." Turn back? And then what? Abandon everything I've fought for? The words only fueled my anger. Turn back to where? Surrender and live with a metaphorical collar around my neck,
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Black and White
My little sister. She had been groomed for prostitution and sold to one of her bullies—a son of a politician—who frequently visited the establishment. She had suffered years of r*pe, mockery, and abuse. The investigation unit sent me evidence and videos. It cut deeper than any physical wounds, it hurt more than any injuries. I was torn apart from the inside out, a pain that no amount of drugs could ever dull. I didn't know pain could kill emotions, I didn't know pain could render me numb. She didn't deserve any of it. She was timid, meek, and quiet. Never once had she ever raised her voice, always choosing to hide behind me. That made me foolishly believe that I was the stronger, braver one between us. But... All along, she was the braver one... she was the stronger one. They had blackmailed her, using my life as leverage. They manipulated her into believing that she was paying for my freedom. For an older brother who left her behind, for an older brother she never knew wa
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Sacrifice
It's dark. So dark. Darkness enveloped all, preventing me from seeing any shape or figure. Where am I? I feel warm. But there is no light! My eyes... they won't open? I can't see anything! My hands... My feet... I can't feel them! My body... It don't hurt anywhere! I feel weightless, as if I were drifting through the air. I see, I'm dead aren't I? Sigh... So it ended like this? So close, just within grasp. And then, puff, it vanished into thin air. Where did it all go wrong? Jeffrey! That bastard Jeffrey! Myra?! Myraaaa!!! I cursed their names over and over again. But with each venting, the anger and hatred inside of me grew stronger. That warm feeling... it dimmed, suffocated by my rage. It was dying, unable to produce any more warmth. Yet, there was something strange about it, something familiar. It was desperate, struggling. I was being consumed, consumed not only by anger towards Jeffrey or Myra. No! There was something else, something that infuriated me even more
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Foreign
Mark's mind raced with doubt and uncertainty. His thoughts were abruptly cut short as he was pulled out of the tunnel, leaving him with more questions than answers. Emerging from the tunnel, his vision blurred and everything around him became a jumbled mess of sounds and colours. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming urge to shout. However, all that escaped his lips was a cry that resembled that of a newborn. "Uwaaaah!" He was disoriented and confused. 'What?! What's happening?' were the first thoughts that flooded his mind. Slowly, the muffled voices became clearer and more discernible. "Congratulations, Your Grace! You have been blessed with a beautiful baby boy. It is an honor to witness this joyous moment and be part of bringing new noble life into the world." The midwife triumphantly declared. "Congratulations, Your Grace..." "Congratulations, Your Grace..." The ladies-in-waiting followed. The room exploded in cheers and cries of joy. Mark listened carefully, trying to
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Global Upheavals
Soft words hanging in the air carrying weight like never before, Namaah's head drooped low, her affectionate gaze fixated on her child. Noah's eyes filled with concern as he scanned her from head to toe, searching for any signs of distress. "What is it, my dear?" "... Dear?" "... What's wrong? Hey-" "Your grace," Asselin interjected. "Why is her body getting cold, Asselin? Do something. What are you all standing around for? Do something! Anything!" Noah snapped at everyone, barking orders and curses, but everyone merely looked down, avoiding his gaze. "W-what? Do something! Hurry!!!" His voice cracked with desperation, his anguish palpable. "Your grace, please!" Asselin interjected. "No! Dear, please listen to me. I am here... right by your side. We will take care of our child together, okay? We made that promise, remember? We... we did." Noah's voice quivered. "Why aren't you responding? Dear, talk to me... dear... my love... hey... say something. I want to hear your vo
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Dammed Nobles
A week after the funeral, Yon's once silent bedroom became filled with guests who had come to offer their condolences to the family. However, Yon couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness and annoyance towards the nobles who looked at him with pity. Their pity seemed insincere, lacking any genuine empathy in their eyes. He didn't want to be subjected to such superficial pity. In fact, he didn't want to be pitied at all. The only reason Yon could endure the constant exposure to this kind of hollow, insincere pity from them was twofold - his own infant body's limitations, and the consoling presence of Asselin. Asselin's persistent support was the anchor that helped Yon cope with this unfamiliar and uncomfortable situation. She had been there for him since that fateful day, providing him with care and attention, regardless of the time of day or night. Her presence tried to fill in the void of his mother's absence, making him feel less alone. Asselin's attentiveness sometime
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Black Sheep
Despite the disturbing encounter with his siblings, which left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, his day-to-day life was there to compensate. It was nothing short of lavish and luxurious. Being a noble certainly had its perks, and while he despised the attitudes of some nobles, he couldn't deny the allure of their lifestyle. Everything he could ever want was right at his fingertips, and his routine consisted of simple pleasures—eating, sleeping, and the occasional babbling and finger grabbing. Blissful! Asselin, his devoted caretaker, catered to his every need, ensuring that he was always comfortable and content. She was like a well-oiled machine, effortlessly making Yon's life carefree and enjoyable, something that many adults would envy if they could experience it for just a day. 'Ah, this is the life. Something an office worker would never understand. Us blue-collar folks, we appreciate every little moment of rest,' he mused on nostalgia. 'But come to think of it, can I even
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