CHAPTERS
The Espers who had been full of anticipation turned away in disappointment, and the higher-ups in the military were at their wit’s end. The S-class Guide, who had instantly become a problem child, eventually drifted all the way out to the 13th District, far from Central. And here, he displayed an astonishing matching rate of 98.7% with A-class Esper Renault. It was an incident no one had expected, nothing short of a miracle. That was how Megan had described it. Even rounding up to 99%, such a matching…- 11.3 K • Ongoing
"Ah, why would I envy something like that?" It wasn't the cotton candy, it was just how nice it looked to see the two of them together. Eunsol, who had been grumbling to himself, suddenly realized this was the perfect chance to boss Pyo Jaebeom around and his eyes lit up. "Yes, I want some." "You really do have a childish side, more than you let on." What? He couldn't tell if that was a compliment or an insult. While Eunsol stood there puzzled, Pyo Jaebeom immediately pulled out his phone and…- 182.2 K • Completed
“Ugh.” He felt as though something had cut him, but before he even had time to feel pain he searched for the taken Ruru. “Ruru!” “Aaah, I’m fine, Lord Demon King!” Ruru was a high-ranked demon, so he could handle this kind of attack himself. It was only because things had been chaotic and he was worrying about Sibel that he had been caught so easily. “What is going on!?” At that moment, Kairin came stomping down the corridor. “Kairin, it’s dangerous, you should…- 227.5 K • Completed
After the consummation, Tang Yujae didn’t seek out the bride. There were two main reasons for that. First, the yang energy he had taken from Seolyeong lasted much longer than expected. It was still pressing down on the yin energy, so there was no real need to go back to the priest just yet. Second, the day when the North Sea’s Princess were set to arrive at Yeonhu was drawing near. Yujae had been busy holding meeting after meeting, selecting the sect member who would be offered up as a breeding…- 253.5 K • Completed
- For dinner, just as Grandpa had mentioned in the morning, they had prepared hotpot. The small round table was filled with all kinds of ingredients for dipping. There’s two large plates of tripe and fatty beef rolls, Su Shijin’s favorites, laid over a thick bed of crushed ice. There was no shortage of duck intestines, lamb, and enoki mushrooms either. In the very center sat a divided pot—half beef tallow, half tomato broth. The base had been specially ordered by Grandpa from the kitchen, richer…
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- Had the lord of Geukmunggak lied, or had that voice not even been real from the start? Could it be that Sahyeol Amje had resorted to such a lowly trick just to draw him out of the Yurigung? Unable to reach a clear conclusion, Seolyeong chose to move forward anyway. Whoever was playing with him, he had come here to meet Sahyeol Amje. Even if the man had used some damn illusion technique on him, there was no time or room to be daunted by it. “I knew it would come to this…” He approached…
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At the startled reactions of the older men—as if they’d just seen a ghost—Hakyung tilted his head. “Why?” “A-hem! It’s nothing. So you were here, Hakyung?” “Yes! I’m helping out Geunrim hyung.” Beaming brightly, Hakyung blinked quickly. He was clearly very curious about the reason for Sang-oh’s trip. Though Geowong and Sang-oh tried hard to avoid his gaze, it was pointless. Hakyung’s stare was too intense. Hakyung’s reaction to the word ‘boss’ was almost…- 210.6 K • Completed
- “It’s strange… I can actually have a normal conversation with Your Grace.” “I’m surprised myself.” “What have we even been doing all this time…?” There was a deep sense of futility in Lady Merel’s voice. The Grand Duke gave a small nod. Power games, subtle barbs, opposition for the sake of opposition—all of it had been meaningless, as proven by yesterday’s conversation. He had shaken it off quickly, thanks to Aeryl’s comfort. But Lady Merel had likely spent the…
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One week before the Founding Festival. Yuram returned to his true form and headed for the imperial palace. A massive shadow surged from the duke's residence, and people's hands reached toward the sky. They cheered for the returning Kremlis. Something must have happened. The rumors about Yuram's whereabouts, which had grown increasingly dire as imagination fed on imagination, would finally die down completely starting today. Tortan came out to greet him all the way to the training grounds.…- 171.8 K • Completed
- There were a few hiccups along the way, but ultimately, Rotol's journey to the capital was confirmed. And thanks to Rotol's recommendation (read: sheer stubbornness), Mirim and Odan were also joining the party. Mirim was no problem. But when Kaelus and Nitan saw Odan, their expressions froze simultaneously. “...Sirs? Is there a problem?” The village chief asked cautiously. Their reaction was unusual. Instead of the still-frozen Kaelus, Nitan smiled and replied. “No. He’s just so…
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