Snowlyn
Stories
4
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190
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Reading
1 d, 11 h
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Zhong Su looked into Chen Huan’s overly focused eyes, not doubting for a second that if he nodded and said “okay,” Chen Huan would truly take the knife and place it in his hand the next moment, guiding his hand to stab himself. It was too obvious. Whether it was Chen Huan’s behavior or the stubbornness in his words, it was clear that he had no intention of hiding his feelings for him any longer. Zhong Su’s heart tightened, unable to bear this awkward feeling. He averted his gaze and stiffly…-
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Was he even a Mage of common birth? The vocabulary that man used... Gosrick's mouth hung open as if he were speechless. “Have you forgotten how many people here still wish for nothing but Your Highness's downfall? Can you truly not judge how dangerous this situation is right now?” “…….” Lucian did not answer immediately. Silence flowed, and his prominent Adam's apple bobbed slowly. His jaw tightened, and then his lips slowly parted. “…Sir Gosrick, take a deep…-
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However, the shop that appeared before their eyes was completely different from what everyone had anticipated. In Zhong Su's impression, this place should have been a newly completed bare storefront, with the emulsion paint on the walls not yet fully dried, and the surroundings cold and deserted, lacking any liveliness. Yet now, the storefront had been renovated into a bright and spacious Cantonese restaurant. Bright red lanterns hung high under the eaves, with customers coming and going in twos and…
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What Should Be Resented Raen immediately pulled his hand away, looking startled. “…I’m sorry.” His voice sounded strained, as if he were suppressing something. It wasn't something to be sorry about. He seemed to be reacting to my scars, and I was actually grateful that he was checking on me. Raen snapped his fingers, creating a sphere of light around us. Even though the light was white, for some reason, Raen's face looked a bit flushed. Without a word, Raen pressed the tube of ointment…-
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Do You Know Waking up in the middle of the night, Seon Yi-han stared blankly at the Quest Window appearing against the backdrop of pitch-black darkness. 「<Mandatory! Quest> ‘Min Joo-hyuk—Do Not Regret!’ Ⅱ」 Time Limit: 47 minutes 16 seconds Since this was a two-hour quest, a little less than an hour and a half had passed since I fainted. I felt like letting out a hollow laugh, realizing I had…
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You're Late The weight of Seon Yi-han as he leaned into me felt unrealistically light. Seon Yi-han didn't move a muscle. His black hair was drenched in sweat. His entire body, soaked in cold sweat, was growing chilled. “Seon Yi-han….” Even though I knew my voice wouldn't reach him, the words flowed out without thought. Perhaps it was a relief that Seon Yi-han had lost consciousness. The pain must have been too great. And yet, it was agonizing to look at him with his eyes closed. ‘I have…
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Don't Regret It I was trying to gauge Min Joo-hyuk's expression when suddenly, a 'ding' sounded, completely out of place for the situation. A vivid Quest Window blocked my view. 「<Mandatory! Quest> ‘Min Joo-hyuk—Don't Regret It!’ Ⅰ」 Success: Acquire ‘Min Joo-hyuk’s Conviction’ Failure: ‘Faint for 2 Minutes’ penalty Time Limit: 2 Minutes What? What is this? Wait,…
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Kosha, with his head between his legs, groaned helplessly. Honestly, even before this, he had suddenly acted like this once... Though saying "before" only means yesterday... "Your Highness, honestly, it's too..." Their gazes tangled for a moment. For someone with his face buried between another's legs, his gaze was sharp. Kosha instinctively checked himself and corrected his mistake. "Not Your Highness, Lu, Lucian." "Speak." "Well, uh, it seems a bit too promiscuous... for us. I thought so…
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Figuring out the most important patterns of 'detoxification' required about two nights. "Uh, ah…." As soon as he opened the door to the inner chamber connected to the drawing room, a kiss followed without giving him time to regain his senses. Now Kosha was accustomed to kissing. However, he still wasn't used to the hands that frantically undressed him during the kiss. His cherished gray robe was stripped off as soon as he entered and fell to the floor, but he had no chance to pick it…
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Despite working diligently, it still took quite a bit of time. First, I dealt with a few more ominous auras. 'Those things' were buried at regular intervals around the West Wing, and most of them were such trivial objects that they wouldn't seem out of place anywhere. Only a mage would be able to sense traces of incomplete sorcery from them. Ancient sorcery was generally a strict ritualistic act. Adhering to rules regarding numbers, actions, directions, intervals, materials, and such was of utmost…
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