by Locusts That Love Watermelon
Roland Cael Fyodor was a masterpiece of mimicry. To his office in Jakarta, he was the "Dependable Manager." To himself, he was a hollow vase—a vessel of perfectly crafted glass containing nothing but the echoes of a life he never chose. He had decided that his death would be the only thing he truly owned, but the world defaulted on that debt. Instead of the end, he was summoned. Aurothea. He was dragged into this new world alongside twenty-eight of his coworkers, taken directly from the office. Even there, Roland remained detached and distant, a man haunted by his past and the crushing weight of society. He had starved himself on Earth for a long time; now, he believed this second life must be handled better than the first. But Aurothea is no sanctuary. It is a world that demands raw grit and cold sacrifice. While the land itself is incredibly beautiful, there are horrors hidden in its beauty and ancient conflicts waiting in the shadows. And so, Roland’s second life begins. This story does NOT glorify suicide . There's some usage of AI for grammar as English is not my main language but i wanted to be a great writer i could only promise that those i write are made from my own finger and pencil.
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