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Eunsol remained silent for a while after hearing what Jaebeom told him. Then, another thought suddenly crossed his mind. “Uh, then does that mean we can’t go back there again?” “It means it’s impossible, right?” Grandma hadn’t clearly explained what the situation was back then, but Eunsol could more or less figure out what had happened. “I see.” Eunsol fidgeted with his fingers and looked at Jaebeom from the corner of his eye. But he couldn’t bring himself to meet…- 182.2 K • Completed
- “Jaebeom-ssi too?” Looking at Eunsol’s round rabbit eyes, Jaebeom finally felt like everything was falling back into place. “When?” “I think it was around the time you were with your grandma.” That meant 49 hours before Eunsol regained consciousness. At that time, Jaebeom had been calling for the medical team in growing fear as the body in front of him grew colder and colder. But all he got back were firm words. ‘There’s no major problem with his health. He’s asleep, so…
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- “How long did I sleep?” Eunsol asked as he looked around. The last thing he remembered was the bleak atmosphere of the operating room, but when he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital room that felt warm and soft. The familiar pheromone mixed with the smell of disinfectant. The feeling brought him relief, he was really back. “Not long.” Then why was he avoiding his gaze when he said that? “How long exactly?” When Eunsol insisted, Jaebeom sighed and told him the…
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- Eunsol smelled something familiar. It was as comforting as lying under a blanket dried in the sun and as warm and pleasant as drinking barley tea. When he opened his eyes, his grandma was holding his head on her lap, gently stroking his hair. “Grandma…” He called her, but she didn’t answer and only smiled softly. Since she’d never been a talkative person, that alone was enough for Eunsol. He closed his eyes again in relief. Her delicate, smooth fingers slowly combed through his hair.…
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- Eunsol, who had been drifting in thought unconsciously, suddenly sat up. Then he brought his nose to his wrists and forearms, sniffing them intently. "Hah…!" Guess his intelligence level is about the same as an ostrich's. "It's only natural since I became an Omega." The floral scent emanating from the sofa wasn't due to well-maintained leather. It was because the pheromones he had unconsciously released had permeated the surface. Perhaps moving his body diligently had caused the pheromones…
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- “Eunsol?” “Yes?” Eunsol placed both hands politely on his knees. A man sat in a slouched posture in front of him, he was frightening even to face. Gulp. He swallowed dryly. He knew the figure who, though still as a statue, radiated oppressive weight and overwhelming presence. ‘Pyo Jaebeom.’ A guaranteed ratings star of dramas, the wannabe of producers and directors, a face loved even by cameras, a master of suits, an overwhelming alpha who commanded both acting and…
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Dust rose from the cliff’s edge. A man in a pale mask stood face to face with the youngest disciple of Heukcheon, Yae Kang Oh. “There is no turning back now.” A voice like a blade of frost came from Kang Oh’s lips. It was a rare thing, for he was the very subject of the rumors claiming that a noble aura had emerged from Heukcheon. And yet now, Kang Oh… The force radiating from him was no less than that of his master, the Lord of Heukcheon, Yae Jinrang. The masked man silently…- 125.4 K • Ongoing
Part 1 prologue.exe/starwoven.saga prologue.exe A huge forest fire starts from a tiny spark. Flames. Black smoke. The smell of blood. Screams erupted everywhere. Everything was a mess. 〔The clown begins its eighth rotation.〕 “Silver!” Beside Wolf, Black Weasel shouts. The two of them hang side by side from a cliff. Beneath their feet lies nothing but endlessly plummeting darkness. One of Black Weasel’s arms hangs limply. His shoulder is dislocated. A…- 134.3 K • Ongoing
When Wen Zhongyi received Ji Ying’s wedding invitation, he was in the middle of reading a story to Liuyi. At five years old, Liuyi already recognized many basic Chinese characters. He was curled up in Wen Zhongyi’s arms, holding a teddy bear, gazing at the illustrations in the book while listening intently. Every so often, he’d interrupt and point to a character, saying, “Daddy, I know this one—this is ‘sky’.” Wen Zhongyi ruffled his hair and praised him without hesitation. “Liuyi…- 144.9 K • Completed
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