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The Forsaken Balance

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He came to understand humanity. But understanding is a dangerous thing. No name. No past. Just a calm voice and eyes that didn’t blink enough. He wasn’t born. He just… appeared— a side effect of desperate faith and broken rituals meant for something else. When he entered Slamanta—a city crumbling beneath rituals, hunger, and hollow miracles—something shifted. A starving boy. A flicker of empathy. A choice made not from duty, but from something deeper. That one moment pulled him into a decaying world of fractured faith, twisted reverence, and ancient systems rotting beneath their own weight. Now, the quiet machinery behind reality has begun to stir. Old powers watching. Forgotten truths whispering. And the balance he was never meant to touch… pulling him in. He wasn’t meant to exist. But he does. He wasn’t meant to feel. But he’s beginning to. And soon, he’ll have to ask: What is he? Why does he feel this way? What will he choose to become? And what happens to the world when a mistake begins to care? ... A slow-burn epic fantasy blending cosmic mythology, psychological evolution, and a unique dual-energy system of creation and destruction. The Forsaken Balance is a tale of hidden gods, corrupted systems, silent wars, and one rare soul who wasn’t supposed to care… but does. PS : I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com
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When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!

One scam package, That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void. ... He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box. It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, ''I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.'' An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets. So he did what any broke student would do: He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well. "Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package." Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him. People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible. As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'. Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul." He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money! He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract. As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question: When did I become an artifact dealer?! By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character. And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to. "Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it."
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