Close Combat Mage - Chapter 3 – An Admirable, Strong and Wise Man

Lenny, an orphan from the Sector 41 slums, suddenly finds himself in possession of a rare and unknown affinity. It allows him to upgrade himself, using energy acquired from spirit beasts. But will he gain enough power to defend himself against those with every advantage he has never known?Explore the Western Alliance, where the Four Pillars rule supreme, and all vie for the title of the strongest faction. But when those sworn to protect the people fight amongst themselves, who will save them from the biggest threat they've ever known? And can one young boy, with no family and a handful of friends, survive all that chaos?

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul.------“Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator.I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched.I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.”------As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man.I dreamed of magical moments like this every day.Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy.She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered.Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again.I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell.But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter.A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone.Together we laughed, alone I cried.Together we laughed, alone I cried.But I think we also loved.I think.------This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

After retiring from the National Team, Qi Yue devoted herself to the study of agriculture.At a certain gathering, someone instigated a challenge, proposing that whoever lost at the shooting game would have to be kissed by Qi Yue.Seeing Qi Yue in the test fields, carrying a hoe, covered in mud and planting potatoes without any care for her appearance, turned everyone’s faces green with unease.Everyone scrambled to aim for the bullseye, terrified of being penalized.The final result was that the male god of University A, Gu Huai, raised his hand and shot a zero.The second time they met, Gu Huai was being maliciously provoked and overwhelmed at the Fencing Gym.Qi Yue couldn't stand by and was compelled to intervene.The third time they met, Gu Huai was homeless on the streets.Qi Yue spent all her living expenses for three months to help him.Years later.Qi Yue looked at the world shooting records certificate, the fencing championship trophy, and the dozen or so real estate certificates, all bearing Gu Huai's name, and fell into deep thought: “......”