
by twilightblack
woke up in chains, accused of being a monster I didn’t know existed. In a world ruled by elves and dying mana, my blood is mistaken for a miracle—one that restores youth, power, and hope. To them, I am not a man. I am a resource. A vessel. A thing to be drained until nothing remains. But hunger changes people. What begins as survival becomes something darker as I’m forced to confront what it means to live when the world only values what it can take from you. Bound by blood, debt, and a root that refuses to die, I walk a path between monster and man—knowing that either choice may destroy what little humanity I have left. This is not a hero’s journey. This is a record of what survives when everything else is consumed.
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