by Nexumium
They call me slag. Nexumya couldn't break me. The year is 2196. Humanity is buried beneath the surface. At the very bottom lies Nexumya—where rust breathes and sulfur seeps into flesh. The Porcelain Divinity calls it perfection.I call it a lie built on bones. New chapters weekly. No fixed schedule, but never abandoned.
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| 0 | CHAPTER I:THE ONES WHO DON'T STOP | 0 |
| 1 | CHAPTER II: THE FLOW | 0 |
| 2 | CHAPTER III: WHAT THE DEPTHS KEPT | 0 |
| 3 | CHAPTER IV: ERROR-BORN | 0 |
| 4 | CHAPTER V: THE REJECTED | 0 |
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| CHAPTER VI: RHYTHM OF THE CHAINS |
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