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Shining Light In Steel [A Girls Frontline Fanfic]

(Exported from Wattpad. You can check it out in Wattpad if you want. And if you want, you can also support me both in Wattpad and here in Webnovel!) --- Alright, let's see what we have here: - A young man with amnesia. But not just any young man with amnesia, but a supposed 'young man' with amnesia who's comprised of metal, wires, and complex programs. [√] - Suddenly woke up from a cryostasis inside of an old bunker with no explanation whatsoever. [√] - Having no clue what is even going on around him. [√] - Decides to walk out from the said bunker after gathering the scraps left behind by the former inhabitant and embark on his new adventure into the strange new world. [√] Those aspect combined fits well into the typical 'protagonist woke up with amnesia and set out for his journey across the new world and to defeat the main antagonist' kind of story. But unfortunately, this isn't the fantasy world that he's expecting/hoping to woke up into. Instead, he's greeted by the rusty, gritty sight of Earth in the year 2060's. Undead abominable creations caused by 'ELID', rogue robots that kills any living beings on sight, factions consist of ideals & goals, and the political power at play across Europe. With all being said, let's see how this 'young man' could fare against the unforgiving reality of the situation He have put himself into against his own will. Whether a variable like him could truly shine a bright light among the other beacons, to make a different in the brave new world He woke up into, or will the past memories He no longer remember eventually caught onto to him; forcing him into circumstances that question and put his own choices, morality, necessity, and dignity to the test. (Girls Frontline belong to MICA Team)
WackyWriting101 · 2k Views

MRITYUNJAYA

"मृत्योर्मा अमृतात्गमय।" (Lead me from death to immortality.) For centuries, men have chanted the Mahamrityunjaya Mantra, begging Lord Shiva for victory over death. They believe immortality is a blessing. They are wrong. In the dark underbelly of Delhi, a serial killer is performing the impossible. He is murdering people exactly as predicted in the ancient Vedas, leaving behind crime scenes that defy logic and forensic science. Each body is a verse. Each drop of blood is a star in a constellation of horror. Enter Aditya, a forensic genius who trusts only what he can cut open, and Rudra, an encounter specialist who trusts only his gun. Bound by a brotherhood thicker than blood, they are the only ones who can stop the slaughter. But this is not a story about catching a killer. It is a story about the cost of a secret. As the bodies pile up, the line between the hunter and the hunted blurs. The killer knows them. He knows their past. He knows the sin they buried ten years ago. He isn't just killing victims; he is dismantling their souls, piece by piece. When the final body falls, the truth will be more terrifying than the murder itself. The killer is not a stranger. He is the consequence of their own past. What happens when the only way to win... is to destroy the one person you love the most? A story of a father's grief, a brother's betrayal, and a love that dies before it can breathe. A twisted game where the prize is death, and the price is your soul. Victory over death is a curse. And the bill has come due.
SobhaWrites · 387 Views