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Heaven Refining physique

Cosmic_Flames
This is the story of a young boy who steps into the world of immortals. If you enjoy fantasy and cultivation novels, give this one a shot. It starts off slow-paced, but I’ll do my best to keep it engaging and not drag things out to the point of frustration. The main character (MC) is a lone individual who avoids excessive social interactions, including friendships. This is my first novel, so please forgive any errors. I’m working hard to keep it as clean and polished as possible. Feel free to point out any mistakes in the comments—I truly appreciate it! And if you enjoy (or even dislike) the story, please consider leaving a review. Honest feedback of any kind helps me grow as a writer. (If anyone sends Power Stones or Golden Tickets, thank you in advance—it really means a lot to a newbie like me.) **cover art isn't mine***
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Prey Amongst Predators

On the brink of death, Sol had expected nothing more than eternal peace from his lifelong suffering. But instead, fate dealt him an unexpected hand. The Melvires, a renowned family, rescued him that night, and his fate was rewritten. A man who called himself his father, along with the four sons who bore no resemblance to him, offered a life so far removed from his own, it felt like fiction. Ever since then, he had done everything in his power to make himself worthy of the life they gave him. Yet even as the years passed, some truths remained hard to ignore. The Melvires carried themselves with an elegance that seemed inborn, an air of distinction no effort could replicate. No matter how hard he tried, Sol always felt like an outsider trailing behind them–grateful, but never equal. Nevertheless, he dedicated himself to their service, believing loyalty was the least he could offer in return. But everything shattered the night he turned twenty when the veil was lifted. The Melvires finally revealed the sharp claws hidden behind their velvet gloves. Sol was nothing more than a sacrifice. The crown of their design. He fought hard to escape their reign of terror, but the more he resisted, the steeper the slope became. Every path forward was walled in inevitability. His spirit waned beneath the weight of isolation and betrayal, until all that remained was resignation. Perhaps this was simply the closing of a circle. If his life was the price for everything he had been given, then so be it. He opened his arms, ready to embrace death again, just as he had all those years ago. But what was with their sudden change in attitude? Why, after all the pain they had inflicted, did they now seem… wounded?
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