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“A pet human……?” “Yep. I thought about making him a familiar, but I wasn't really drawn to the idea. When you make a human a familiar, they don't get smart like you; they get stupid. So, I'm just going to keep him as a pet human for about nine years. How about it?” Fleabag's whiskers and ears drooped down. He was clearly about to start nagging again while pretending to be pitiful. “But Master—.” “Ah, I don't know, I don't know. I don't want to hear any more nagging. The time…- 127.4 K • Ongoing
- "Well... generally the other party seems to handle the financial procurement, but you, Master, have no financial shortcomings." That is right. There was no way that I, the great one, would have any financial shortcomings. I was not an impoverished dragon. "Alright, so I alone am more than enough. Ah, Fleabag, tell me again how to raise a human." I opened a subspace and took out paper and an ink pen. Once I had finished preparing to write, Fleabag puffed out his chest and began to ramble on about…
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That was when a searing heat began to flare in my chest. "Ugh." I felt the metallic scent of blood fill my mouth as I stared at the character status window in despair. HP: 50/100 HP: 40/100 Ah, I'm screwed... As they say, it’s the "perhaps" that kills you. The worsening pain and the relentless decrease in HP were a warning. At this rate, I would be dead before long. I had to do something to survive. But what could I possibly do...? Sub Quest: Generating Reward… Sub Quest:…- 187.9 K • Ongoing
- "Ah...!" The girl, who had been staring at me with a face pale as a sheet, suddenly fell. She lay flat against the floor and began to stammer a string of incoherent apologies. "I, I, I... I am so, so, so sorry for entering your room without permission...!" "..." "It was past the time you usually wake, yet you did not call. I... I let my worry get the better of me and committed an act of rudeness toward you, Priest. P-please, I beg you, just do not kill me." Wait, who on earth would kill a…
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- "A system window, appearing out of nowhere...?" In the original story, there were no such things as status windows; it was a traditional romance fantasy through and through. ...Well, I suppose it makes sense. I have already transmigrated into a book that lacked those tropes, so a status window is hardly the strangest thing anymore. However, a different point was much more important. "Clear all quests to reach the ending...?" What a joke. Why on earth should I do that? Just send me home…
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- I was a heavy sleeper. However, for some reason, I woke that day to nothing more than the vibration of a smartphone. Bzz I fumbled for the phone in the darkness. My brow furrowed as the screen flared to life, nearly blinding me. Hyung The message was from my older brother, a man fifteen years my senior. I rubbed my eyes and turned on the flashlight. Beyond the wide-open window, a fierce storm raged. The desk beneath the sill had already turned into something of a water park. "..." I…
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- Revenge is a dish best served cold. This means one can only achieve the most satisfying vengeance after cooling a resentment so hot it might otherwise leave a burn. The revenge of Isabelle, the heroine of the 19-rated romance fantasy novel <The Happy End> was cold. Her scheme, designed over the course of six years, consisted of four distinct acts. The first act: approach the enemy under the guise of a fated encounter. The second act: seduce him by any means necessary. The third act:…
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“What should I do. It’s the first time I’ve liked every single take. Should we make a version for each movie? Huh? What do you think, assistant director.” In the end, filming wrapped up as it neared 2 a.m. Wonoh, who was laughing at the assistant director snapping, “Are you crazy?” at Director Lim’s gleeful words, lightly tapped Minje’s shoulder. Minje, who was standing with his weight on one leg, swayed slightly, and Wonoh said, “Whoops,” and grabbed Minje’s arm. Minje wordlessly…- 379.2 K • Completed
- That day was one of those days. At times like that, he would habitually push himself to the limit. He practiced and practiced until he felt at ease, or until he collapsed from exhaustion. He briefly dropped his gaze to Cheon Minje's lips, which moved as if to say something but then stopped, before meeting his eyes again. The orange streetlight glow that fell on Minje's smooth cheek as he lay on the pillow beside him quivered softly every time he blinked his eyelashes. I wish God would tell me the…
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- His face looked that bad. Cheon Minje’s small face was soaked. The corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red from trying his best to hold back tears. Wonoh stared blankly at that face. I’m the one who got hurt, and I’m the one who’s in pain, so why is this hyung crying? He hated it when people bawled, but strangely, it didn’t feel bad. “…You’re bleeding again.” A voice, wet with tears, muttered lowly. At those words, he looked down and saw a vivid red color spreading once…
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