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Ashes of Pride: Heir of the Forgotten Sin

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Synopsis: Ashes of Pride Cilian was a regular sixteen-year-old boy whose only worries were missed calls and unfinished anime—until the day he returned home to the smell of blood. In a horrific instant, his world is shattered as he discovers his family being slaughtered by a cold-blooded assassin. Driven by raw desperation, Cilian attempts to reach the second floor to save his sister, but his own body betrays him. He falls once, twice, and again, until his twenty-first fall leaves him paralyzed and broken-backed on the stairs. Amidst the humilation of his weakness and the silence of his family’s death, something snaps. Cilian doesn't weep; he laughs. Crawling like an insect with a knife in his hand and a manic smile on his face, he manages to strike a fatal blow against the killer, only to succumb to his own mortal wounds. But as the darkness of death and the burning cold take him, Cilian’s soul clings to a single, desperate wish: a second chance. A chance to be strong, to protect, and to find the happiness that was stolen from him in a pool of crimson blood
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 0:The Twenty-First Fall: Death’s Cackle

It was a perfectly ordinary day... or so I thought.

I was returning from my friend's house, and darkness was creeping over the streets with unusual haste, as if the world was rushing toward a catastrophe. I opened the front door, and a sharp, metallic smell of "iron" flooded my lungs. I asked myself naively, "Did they fix something in the house today?" But the answer came as a scream that shattered the silence... my little sister's scream, pleading for help. I looked up and saw dark red droplets falling from the edge of the upper floor, hitting the wooden ground with a rhythmic thud: Tick... tick... tick.

"Dad? Mom? Brother?!"

My world fractured in an instant. I dashed toward the kitchen like a madman, grabbing a knife that trembled in my hand as if it sensed what was coming. No time for mourning now... someone was slaughtering my family!

I ran toward the wooden stairs—the same stairs that once witnessed our laughter and games. Halfway up the first floor, the unexpected happened... my legs failed me. Thud! I fell violently, feeling as if my head was about to explode from the pain. But I didn't stop. I rose and ran, only to fall a second time... a tenth... a twentieth.

With every collision against the wood, my sister's screams grew weaker until a killing silence prevailed. I knew then that she was gone. The wall of patience in my heart collapsed: "I will have my revenge! I will annihilate whoever did this!" On the twenty-first attempt, my body spent its last ounce of energy... I vomited a thick spray of blood that coated the stairs. I tried to rise in desperation, but my feet slipped on my own filth and blood. I fell a fall unlike any other.

CRACK!

A terrifying snapping sound rang in my ears; my back and shoulders were utterly shattered. I froze in place, hearing my own muffled moans. In that moment, amidst the excruciating pain and humiliation, I began to laugh... a hysterical laughter that tore through my chest: "Hahaha... Hahahahaha!"

What a farce! Damn this wretched body! Damn the friend who invited me, and damn me for not answering my mother's calls! If only I had arrived minutes earlier... if only I had been stronger!

I began to crawl... yes, crawling like an insect. My left hand gripped the knife, a crazed smile plastered on my stained face. I reached the second floor, and there I found him... the killer! I felt an overwhelming joy, as if it were my wedding day, or as if my mother had just given birth to a new brother for me. Finally... I would have my happy revenge!

I saw the corpses of my family piled atop one another, blood drowning the place like a crimson sea. The stranger looked at me coldly and said, "You are the last... and then I shall be free from the Boss's command."

I screamed with the last of my lungs: "To hell with you and your Boss! I will kill you, and then I will go and eat your Boss's flesh in front of his family!"

We lunged at each other with madness. I felt no pain; I only felt my blade sinking into his throat, and at that same moment... I felt the coldness of his steel piercing my face.

Then... a dark void settled in. A burning cold began gnawing at my soul.

I hate the cold... I was just a sixteen-year-old boy. All I wanted was to go home, eat my mother's warm food, and watch my favorite anime...

"If I had a chance... just one more chance... to be happy and carefree..."