Leviathan
Stories
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437
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786.2 K
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Reading
2 d, 17 h
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The weather now feels perfectly natural to call autumn. As the street trees shed their leaves one by one, Lee Dohun yawned while driving, watching leaves fell on the windshield. "Ha... I'm tired." He rubbed his eyes roughly, he was genuinely exhausted. It had already been a week since his usually comfortable sleep pattern had gone haywire. He wasn't particularly stressed, yet he had lost his appetite along with it. The problem was, if you asked him why, he didn't know himself. He just…-
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"Lee Dohun! Sejun-oppa!" Regardless of Dohun’s complicated feelings, the two made their way to the conference room and encountered the Choi twins near the entrance. "What brings you two here together?" Sejun replied nonchalantly to Yerin's question, "We ran into each other on the way." Yerin couldn't hide her inner thought, that bumping into each other didn't mean they were the type to come together, and laughed hollowly. She then tapped Hangyeol, who had been staring at Sejun since they met,…
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"Even if Sejun's mana increases, he's still just Sejun." Lee Dohun had just entered the main building lobby when he heard someone shouting. The artificial scent wafting in the air was an added bonus. Faces familiar even to Dohun, likely high rank hunters, were excitedly chatting near the central staircase leading to the second floor. "Getting trapped in an A-rank dungeon? Probably just a show. He was trying to get some attention." "Really? I thought it was real." "This guy's so naive.…
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“How do you know that name…?” “It’s embroidered right here.” The words ‘Tirovis Merchant Guild Abel’ were embroidered on the fabric, now wrinkled and crumpled from the knot. Now that I thought about it, Seriha acting skills were lacking, but he’d been dead serious about that alias. "I met him this afternoon. He was more shocked than I was when he saw my injury and wrapped it up for me." Recalling Seriha, who had done his best even with clumsy hands, a small chuckle escaped my…-
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“……You knew?” I’d only introduced myself to Iser as ‘a priest exiled for committing a wrongdoing’. I’d been careful not to specify exactly what that wrongdoing was. If the kidnapper was a complete scoundrel who’d even assaulted a cardinal, wouldn’t that be terrifying? ……That’s why I didn’t mention it. If he got scared and avoided me, the quest would get messed up. Wait, but didn’t you barely know my name when we first met? ……How did he even know I was exiled…
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Golden sunlight seeped through the window, rippling across the floor of the annex at midday. That hour was meant to be little Iser's nap time. But Iser was always in the vegetable garden instead of his bedroom at that hour. Because every day, at that time and place, a secret friend waited for him. His sister, Isabelle, five years his senior, was Iser's only friend. The siblings mostly played in the dirt. Isabelle loved digging in the dirt. While digging, she would occasionally find pretty stones,…
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The most authoritative holy book recognized as orthodox. The holy book contains the following passage: One day, the devil bestowed power upon the lava serpent Vulcanus, saying, "You shall bite and corrupt those beloved by Debiamas." The devil's minion, the lava serpent Vulcanus. The venom of that monstrous serpent causes those who manifest divine power to go berserk, ultimately driving them to ruin. Connecting this to the passage in the Hail Book, it must have been the power the demon…
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It was now a familiar low, rough voice. The lamp's light swayed as hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. At the end of a gasping breath, Iser appeared. When our eyes met, his pupils dark as the night sea in the shadows, I slowly lowered the hand that had been clutching my throat. I gasped for air like someone who’d been submerged underwater for too long and finally crawled onto land. Iser lowered the lamp slightly to look at my face. "What are you doing here? ...Are you hurt?" The…
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That bizarre letter, filled with nothing but piles of butterfly carcasses, was really a love letter? But that wasn't particularly important. What mattered now was that my body was slipping out of control again. My fingertips tingled, and cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck. …Damn it. I had reopened that problematic envelope by myself. You probably know the result without me saying. If a few words made me tremble like this, imagine how I’d react to the real thing. But compared to…
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Before attending the banquet, I prepared a roasted vegetable salad and chicken steak and had them delivered to the hideout. And now, the plates that had held the food were already spotlessly clean. Taking care of eating and even washing the dishes, how thoughtful. But the problem was me. I'm starving. The banquet ended abruptly, so I didn't get to eat properly. I need to eat something, or I'll be too hungry to sleep. Actually, ever since that first night I slept in the hideout, I've been…
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