The Metzlian Remnant
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Some truths were meant to stay buried.
To uncover the past, she must become the world's greatest threat. In a world where 60% of the population is born with powers they can name, control, and define, Aile Tsukia is something else entirely. A blank space, She carries a hollow heart and a power without a name... one that doesn't just destroy, but drags the world's oldest nightmares out of the dark and into the present.
She remembers nothing of who she truly is. Only the cold edge of vengeance. Only the quiet, consuming wrath that haunts her every dream.
Now, she has set out on a journey together with people whom she met and to find who she really is by uncovering the past, searching for remnants of her missing memories, and striving to become strong enough to unleash her power without limits.
The government buried the truth for a century. Now, it's clawing its way back to the surface.
The Metzlian Remnant Chapter 1
The air atop Jamana Mountain didn’t just feel cold—it felt heavy, as if the atmosphere itself was trying to press Aile Tsukia into the dirt.
Tsukia crouched in the undergrowth, her long dark hair spilling over the shoulders of her black cloak. Her target, a mountain buck, stood thirty paces away.
She reached for the hilt of the black sword strapped to her waist. As her fingers brushed the cold metal, a familiar sting pricked her skin.
“Not now,” she hissed inwardly.
Beneath the sleeve of her white shirt, black, obsidian-like veins began to pulse. It was a volatile, hungry power—a “gift” that felt more like a parasite.
She lunged forward, a blur of shadow against the green woods. Her blade swung in a silent arc, but as she moved, a sudden, sharp spike of pain exploded in her chest.
Her foot caught on a root.
She tumbled, her shoulder slamming into a jagged rock with a force that should have shattered bone.
CRACK.
Tsukia gasped, clutching her shoulder.
But she wasn’t checking for a wound.
She looked down and saw that the solid stone beneath her had splintered into dust. Her skin remained unblemished—not a scratch, not even a bruise.
“Even the mountain was too weak to break me,” she whispered, her voice raspy from years of silence.
At seventeen, Tsukia was a living anomaly. Since the age of ten, she had been nothing more than a bad luck charm—an abominable thing that never fit in and, more frustratingly, couldn’t even remember who she was.
She began to retreat into the shadows of the trees when a sound suddenly stopped her in place.
Whistling.
A cheerful, rhythmic tune that had no business echoing through these desolate woods.
Tsukia’s survival instincts screamed.
Human.
And in her experience, humans had always been the cruelest predators of all.
She masked her aura and slipped behind the trunk of an ancient cedar.
A man wandered into the clearing.
He looked absurdly out of place, wearing a crisp white shirt, cargo pants, and a bucket hat that shaded his eyes. He hummed to himself as he kicked at loose stones.
“Human,” Tsukia muttered under her breath.
Her throat tightened, constricted by years of resentment and social anxiety. Her thoughts spiraled.
Did they find me? Did the villagers send a mercenary?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her.
Gripping her sword, she launched a surprise strike from his blind spot.
The man didn’t even look back.
He simply shifted his weight, his body moving like a falling leaf caught in the breeze.
Her black blade hissed through empty air.
Tsukia’s eyes widened.
She swung again—a rapid flurry of strikes—but he danced out of reach with uncanny, weightless grace.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, skidding to a halt as she leveled her blade at his throat.
The man stopped and tilted his head.
His gaze lingered on her tattered cloak and the dark intensity in her eyes.
“How about you?” he asked. “What’s a girl like you doing on a dangerous peak like Jamana?”
“I asked first,” she snapped, her hand trembling.
“Fair point,” he said with a small laugh, crossing his arms.
“Some people were chasing me, so I figured this mountain was a good place to lose them,” he added, chuckling as he laced his fingers behind his head.
“Don’t worry, Miss. I’ve got no interest in fighting a beautiful woman.”
Tsukia’s lip curled in disgust.
Flattery was just another lie.
She turned to leave, her cloak billowing behind her.
“Wait! You didn’t even answer me!”
The shout echoed through the trees as the man’s hand shot out, his fingers clamping firmly around her shoulder.
For him, it might have been a casual gesture.
For Tsukia, it was something else entirely.
No one had dared stand within her reach for years, let alone touch her without permission.
The warmth of his palm through her clothes felt foreign.
Too close. Too human.
The sudden contact struck her like a blow to the chest.
It was new, it was wrong and it was far too much.
In an instant, the volatile energy buried deep within her surged in violent protest.
The man seemed to sense the shift and tried to pull back.
But Tsukia had already spun on her heel, the temperature in the forest dropped sharply and moisture on the ground crystallized into frost.
Her left eye was no longer human.
The iris darkened into a deep, abyssal black that seemed to swallow the light around it.
On her wrist, the dark veins beneath her skin flared into a terrifying necro-violet glow.
She raised her palm toward him.
The space between them screamed.
A sphere of raw telekinetic energy twisted into existence in the center of her hand—hungry and unstable.
The man’s laughter vanished.
His face turned pale as his eyes fixed on the thick drop of blood that trickled from Tsukia’s nose—the price her body paid for the power she was about to unleash.
“Hey! Easy! You’re hurting yourself—”
“Quiet!” Tsukia screamed.
With a sharp flick of her wrist, she released the wave.
The force struck him like a wall, launching him backward.
He slammed into a tree trunk with a bone-rattling thud before collapsing to the forest floor.
Tsukia doubled over, gasping for air as she wiped the blood from her lip.
The power always demanded something in return.
He slowly sat up.
His eyes were a vivid, glowing orange, framed by heavy lashes that cast soft shadows across his skin. Strange, delicate markings traced the curve of his cheekbones.
There was a raw, effortless beauty to him, though he seemed entirely unaware of it.
He looked at her, and the playful smirk from earlier was gone.
In its place was something colder.
Sharper.
He wasn’t merely looking at her anymore.
He was captivated.
“I’ve seen a lot of magic,” he said, his voice low and rough.
“I’ve seen the flashy stuff. The dangerous stuff. But that…”
He paused.
“That felt new to me.”
“I don’t even know what it is,” Tsukia admitted, her voice trembling with exhaustion and vulnerability.
“I just woke up one day with no memory, and this… this disaster inside me.”
“So you really do live here,” he murmured.
“Alone.”
“I don’t trust humans,” she said, her eyes flashing.
“Leave this mountain and forget you ever saw me.”
“I see,” he said with a faint smirk as he brushed the dirt from his white shirt.
“So you hold a grudge. I wonder what made you hate us so much.”
Tsukia ignored him and began to walk away.
But his voice followed her, warm and persistent.
“I won’t tell anyone. You have my word. I’m not like the others.”
She glanced back over her shoulder.
For a split second, she caught his smile as It wasn’t mocking or cruel.
It was… strangely cute.
The thought made her immediately snap out of it.
A dangerous spark of curiosity stirred within her.
“Why should I believe you?”
“I won’t prove it with words,” he said cheerfully.
“I’ll let my actions prove it.”
Then he tilted his head.
“But tell me, Miss… what is your goal? Why stay up here?”
Tsukia hesitated.
“I just… want to be strong.”
Her voice softened.
“Strong enough that I’m not afraid anymore.”
“I can help with that!”
“I told you, I don’t trust—”
She turned to leave, but he followed after her like a stray dog, pestering her with questions.
“Shut up already,” she groaned.
“No! Hehe.”
Suddenly, the forest fell silent.
The whistling stopped and the birds fled.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
The rhythmic sound of heavy marching boots echoed through the trees.
Nine men in tactical gear emerged from the shadows, their weapons glinting in the dappled sunlight.
Tsukia’s heart sank.
Her grip tightened around her sword as she glared at the man in the white shirt.
“You… you brought them here.”
But the man didn’t look at her.
Instead, he sighed and scratched the back of his head as the armed men leveled their weapons at him.
“There he is!” one of the soldiers shouted.
“Don’t let him slip away again!”
Tsukia blinked, as they weren’t there for her. They were there for the man in the bucket hat.
“Man, they’re persistent,” he sighed.
His playful aura vanished as he stepped in front of Tsukia.
“Sorry about the noise, Miss.”
“It seems my past finally caught up to me.”
He looked back at her and winked.
“Want to see how a human fights?”
Was it truly fate that had brought them together on this mountain—or was he simply another disaster waiting to happen in Tsukia’s life?
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The Metzlian Remnant of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.
7.8
For five years, I was the flawless wife to the heir of the De Luca empire, securing billion-dollar acquisitions to prove my worth.
But my husband, Alessandro, still paraded his mistress in our home, publicly humiliating me as a "cold spreadsheet" while she sneered in triumph.
It didn't stop at infidelity. When I dared to cut off her credit cards, Alessandro decided to teach me a lesson.
He allowed his mistress to secretly file down the metal clasp on my horse's saddle right before a massive public equestrian event.
My leg was completely shattered in a horrific, agonizing fall in front of hundreds of elite guests.
While I lay bleeding in the dirt, my husband didn't even glance my way. Instead, he rushed to hold his mistress, shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight.
Later, pretending to be unconscious in the infirmary, I overheard him ordering his guards.
"Get rid of the saddle. It was just a lesson to remind her who's in charge."
He didn't just want me humiliated; he wanted me crippled and broken.
As the sterile smell of the hospital hit me, a horrifying realization set in—I was two weeks late. I was pregnant with his child.
The thought of my baby growing up in this ruthless, toxic family made my blood run cold, and the last spark of my love turned into absolute hatred.
The obedient wife died on that dirt track.
I quietly contacted his family's biggest rival and activated my secret scorched-earth protocol. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.
7.9
For five years, I was the invisible force behind my charismatic architect boyfriend's empire, painstakingly designing the dream home we built together.
But for the eighteenth time, Jayson canceled adding my name to the deed, rushing out on our candlelit dinner for yet another "critical emergency" with his young, attractive mentee, Ciera.
He left me alone at our custom dining table, blindly prioritizing her manufactured crises over our future. Hours later, Ciera posted a photo on Instagram. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt, with two empty wine glasses on the desk. When I finally confronted him the next morning, he didn't apologize. Instead, he looked at me with arrogant amusement.
"Where are you going to go, Allison? Without me? Without this firm? Don't forget, I made you!"
My love didn't die in a sudden explosion; it bled out drop by drop over eighteen broken promises. I had poured my soul into his success, only to be treated like a disposable asset in my own home. To make the irony even more suffocating, a plastic stick in my bathroom soon revealed two stark red lines. I was pregnant with his child.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't use the baby to beg for his love. Instead, I packed a single suitcase, accepted a senior role at his biggest rival firm in London, and left a resignation letter on his desk. This time, I am building an empire of my own.
