Parallel Memory - Chapter 9: Attack [3]

She was an illegitimate daughter in a wealthy family, with a lowly status. By chance, she discovered that her ex-boyfriend had sold her out. In order to hide, she accidentally injured him and fled in a panic. From then on, they were bound by an inextricable bond...

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

After everything that Zaroth had was stolen from him, he decided to live solely for his desires, morals be damned!Close to his death, he resurrects and tames a mythical dragon, who turns out to be a breathtaking woman.Learning that in order to explore her body, he must grow stronger so he doesn’t die during the act, Zaroth sets a clear goal for himself: to get stronger.“But I’m curious about something.”“Hm? What is it?” Luna asked, raising an eyebrow.“You said you judged me. How did you do that? Why was I worthy?”Luna’s smile darkened, her eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity.“Despite knowing you would die, you didn’t pray to the gods. On the contrary, you declared that you would kill every single one of them like the dogs they are. In my life, you’re the only one who’s ever made such a declaration, which is why I couldn’t leave you behind—someone who dares to share my dream.”

In a world where any normal human could create elements at will, Aziel Mateo came into life and was left in an orphanage.Humans from this world were granted magic by the universe when they turned fifteen years old. These blessed magic users served under the twelve gods.Aziel Mateo, a kid without visible talent found that he also couldn't do magic as he wasn't blessed by the universe.He decided to train himself in order to fill the gap between magic users and himself. However, he still found himself lacking, as the magic users can become stronger with their magic.Aziel Mateo later got admitted in the Academy but felt like an outsider, always being bullied, and rediculed constantly. Still, he continued his training in the shadows, slowly but surely he rose up to the ranks of the strong students without using magic.When everything seem to finally going his way, he was ambushed during their training camp, and left there to be eaten by a beast.However, this tragic event forever altered the course of his life in a positive way.Aziel Mateo survived that ambush and was brought into a cave where he saw a woman, introducing him the magic chest that was full of magic scrolls. The scrolls that contained forgotten arcane knowledge for magic.The woman revealed herself as a goddess who was betrayed. She helped Aziel become stronger for a cause. She needs his help in getting vangeance, in getting the justice that she deserves.Aziel Mateo obtain the ancient arcane powers, and become stronger that he didn't thought he could attain, not even in his imaginations.