CHAPTERS
"Why are you wearing such a heinous piece of trash on your wrist?" "Trash!" This was something I gave to Yul because he said he wanted to hold onto something like a leash instead of just putting me down. And he calls that trash. No, wait. I, the great one, must endure. Getting angry at an ignorant human was as useless as an elephant getting angry at a gnat. That's right. How could a human understand my profound intentions. Hmph, I snorted and was about to ignore him, but this time Jibril…- 127.4 K • Ongoing
- “He'll be kicking himself with regret later, you know? The Mr. Hero doesn’t know the first thing about living on the streets.” Jibril clicked his tongue. I tilted my head and asked. “You’re a prince too.” “A prince of a fallen kingdom. And a prince with no one left to serve him. I didn't want to end up like this either, you know.” Jibril, who had shrugged his shoulders, scanned my clean appearance from top to bottom. “Do you not need to wash because you’re a dragon’s…
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It wasn’t just any ordinary seabird. From a distance of about twenty paces from the wreck, it really stood out. It was a bird he’d never seen in Stoll before, and it looked exceptionally cute. Could it be a pet bird from Atania that had escaped from a wrecked merchant vessel? Silver’s heart started pounding. Right now, beneath his human skin mask, his face must look no different from the expressions of people seeing Starry Eyes for the first time. I-I want it! I want that bird! The bird might…- 119.9 K • Ongoing
- Black Weasel did not exist in this world. He was not a human who had died and vanished; rather, he was a human whose very existence did not exist. No one knew Black Weasel, not the regular innkeeper, the regular tavern owner, the regular blacksmith, the owner of the inn where he had stayed for over a month, the assassin middleman, or even that old hag Erem. If you asked, "Do you know that wandering mercenary named Black Weasel?" the only answer you received was, "Who is that?" And one more thing.…
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- boot strap://experiment_begin The sunny day was drawing to a close. The late afternoon sun was doing its best to cast its light out over the sea. Perched like a bird’s nest at the edge of the coastal cliff, the farmhouse was enveloped in the sound of the waves. On top of the orange roof, a rusty whale-shaped…
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- Several rafts were scattered across the beach where the funeral was being held. Damn bastards. Silver flipped his middle finger inwardly and turned away. If Black Weasel were alive to see this scene, he would glare in shock, but there was a reason behind this submission. Article 3 of the 'Shark Tooth Gang's' regulations. If caught slacking off, one must pull out their own teeth. For some reason, all the pirates strictly observed this rule. From the senior pirates to even Charcoal Bear, there was not…
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- At that moment, a wave dug under the hull and abruptly lifted the bow. The crest of the wave crashed down to the very center of the ship. At the same moment, the wave rushed out from beneath the stern. It was as if a giant’s hand had briefly supported the hull before snatching it away. The stern plunged downward as if it were plummeting off a cliff. The recoil sent everyone on deck soaring into the air. Screams erupted from all sides. Immediately, the wave crashed beneath the stern again. The deck,…
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- “Your Highness. Should we shoot him?” The warriors beside him asked and aimed their crossbows at the man. Wolf took off his helmet. His whole body was drenched in sweat. That strange feeling from earlier… What was it? “Leave him be. It’s not like we would hit him.” He was confused. A…
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- “Gah?!” The guy stumbled backward, tangled up with the axes. “Get out of the way, you idiot!” “You’re the one who–!” It was his chance. Wolf raised his greatsword high. He dragged his toes across the deck and shifted his entire weight onto the blade. He thrust it forward with all his…
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- An unpleasant memory resurfaced. Red Eagle clutched the hem of Wolf’s robe tightly. White Deer’s gaze landed on the back of Red Eagle’s hand. ‘You’re not my son.’ It felt as if everything in the world had frozen. Wolf and Red Eagle clasped each other’s hands. “You’re not my son”.…
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