Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 43 - : The Fall of Ice City_1

I made a game.

“What exactly is the point of this life of mine?”Lukas Brandt thought to himself as he chugged down a cup of Wheat beer in a local pub in Darmstadt.He had always dreamt of being a professional footballer, he fell in love with the sport when he watched his country Germany beat the Argentine national team in the World Cup final in 2014, with memories of his father hugging him tightly after Mario Gotze scored the goal that gave them the cup.He had been 7 back then, currently 36, but his biggest regret was giving up at the first sight of failure at 15.He had given up his dream of one day representing his country, and died (un)fortunately while trying to save a kid.Waking up 20 years younger and with a system, follow Lukas' journey from an SV Darmstadt 98 academy reject, to undoubtedly the greatest footballer of all time.Set in an alternate universe so some names and events will obviously be changed massively, else it'll just be a biography of a real life player :⁠')

Nine Characters, all bound to the whims of a 'Deranged Entity.'All the clues they have are the vast differences they have with those that bore them.His Madness has seeped into them, crowning them with Glory. They shall come to know the price of Sin & Virtue by Sacrilege & Madness:Krael _My Pride can overturn Creation, drowning it in the madness of an unwilling. And yet I have to offer servitude to one who will always be beneath me, in the twisted guise of learning Humility - If only she knew how I long to grind her bones, she would know to control her tongueBorn to Pride, servitude to Humility.:Kaelan_My Hunger can consume the very foundations of existence leaving behind an abyss born from my will. And yet I have to exercise temperance lest I lose meaning. Why do the gods mock me so...to give me all I can ever eat, and yet never to touch any satiate my growing hunger. I have seen the cruelty of the divineBorn to Gluttony, raised by Temperance:Zaen_My Envy stalks the might of existence, wishing for its grandeur to be mine. And yet, my envy is never allowed to fester for Kindness plagues me like a curse. Compassion that was never mine, empathy I could care less about, heavens know I would rather drown in my own spit than to share goodwillBorn of Envy, chained by Kindness:Xaelan_My Greed clouds the hearts of even gods, from the mortal coils to the vastness of the cosmos chaining the 'Old Ones to sin. I feel the sickening embrace of her love, and yet I can never have it, for whatever is mine, I must give. To know Charity—that bustard—is the punishment I was accordedBorn in Greed, defiled by Charity: ...My Wrath burns the Heavens and fuels the pits of hell, bringing the end to all, as I ride my mount to Herald the storm. -Oops, this is not my stage. Sorry, but worry not my progeny will carry the mantle on my behalf. As they unleash the wrath stocked in their blood. But soon they will learn just how deep my Lord intends to go and that only Patience is the key to his games...hahaha...poor children, if only I could march alongside you in misery.Born to Wrath, burial by Patience:Thaen_My Sloth... uhm mm... well, I am too exhausted to think of a monologue.But Yah, blah blah...something Diligence... All I know is that I am more hard working than all of them combined... that 'guy was truly not fair when dishing them out_Born to Sloth, death by Diligence:Laen_My Lust fuels the passion of Creation, all beings lost in the throes of my splendor, indulging in desires so dark, and yet I am the purest of them all, abstinence is second nature. I weep for desires unfulfilled and yet Chastity that horrendous bi*** mocks me with laughter. Yet it seems only I suffer this cruelty; others are free in indulgence only I am a slave to virtue_Born in the flames of Lust, sustained by Chastity:Haelan_My Hatred runs so deep that the abyss is flooded; the rivers of the underworld are mere streams to my Hatred. I hold nothing but hate in my heart and yet 'he wishes I hold onto compassion. In 'his twisted form of madness, 'he has left me with no other choice. I shall let 'it fester until the day I make 'him pay_Born in the depths of Hate, Compassion my Love and my Death:Raelin_My Despair has seeped into the cracks of existence, corrupting the Light' of the 'Creator. All I feel is the despair and sorrow of all those born and chained in the embrace of 'the sisters' misery.'Unlike them, I search for her, elusive like the wind. I despair for the sight of her, and yet she will always elude me, shunning my pleas_Born in Despair, mourning for Hope...I feel the twisted love 'he holds for us all and yet they do not see it, blinded by Sin and Virtue:>Long but necessary:) what is the story about? Simply it's about the interplay of Sin and Virtue with a hint of Madness and Malevolence. Complicatedly, what makes sense may not actually make sense.

**“Ace has always known he was different—rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side.Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain.But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon.Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf—silent his entire life—stirs to life for the first time.Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks.A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds.His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him.Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer.'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire.Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share.When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life.Ace feels everything—the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away.The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them.Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain.He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body___ feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years.He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies.In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own.The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed.Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying.▪▪But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him.Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?”**○○●●○Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate__, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack.No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him.What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.