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Ashes of the unworthy

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Len died a coward’s death—alone, broken, and forgotten—bleeding into the soil of a world that never needed him. In a world where power is everything and weakness is a death sentence, he spent his life clinging to the strong, hiding behind morality, and justifying his helplessness. But death is not the end. Something—an God... An ego?, Something without presence and without form but full of disdain—wakes him. It speaks with no voice, yet its contempt is deafening. It offers him no comfort. Only one thing: regression. Len wakes up on the first day again. Weak. Ignorant. Surrounded by millions tossed into a nightmare survival world. But this time, there is no illusion. He knows what’s coming—the betrayals, the monsters, the brutal economy of strength. And this time, he refuses to crawl. Ashes of the Unworthy is a dark fantasy psychological survival novel that explores the collapse of idealism, the raw truth of power, and one man’s unflinching pursuit of change—not to be good, but to never be prey again.
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