Legend of the Empyrean Blacksmith - Chapter 11

For the wine to be drunk on her wedding night to actually have been a cup of poison and for the one to poison her to be her husband, who would believe it?

[ WARNING! MATURE CONTENT R+18 ]Synopsis:In the thousands of years of buried and recorded history, the mighty Godents—humans who arbitrarily gained extraordinary powers through a mysterious celestial body known as the Goddess—reigned supreme.After seemingly countless debates and wars of all kinds on how to maximize the utilization of the omnipotent comet that landed on Earth, the Summit Academy was thoroughly built.An academy with unique students whose words were infinitely more absolute than a mere third-world country's government...An academy where human depravity was constantly challenged and displayed against the nature of goodness...In this grand society that was founded for the sake of superficial peace and schemes in the shadows, a certain piece of information reached those in power.“The M-Rev File was lost.”A mysterious document allegedly containing critical information about the Goddess...Now presumed to be at the hands of an heir of one of the Seven World Corporations... and at the same time, a royal student in the very prestigious academy.Amidst the echoes of malice, one mercenary who appeared out of nowhere and with the questionable mission of protecting this female student was admitted.Student Name: Aeon ???Additional Information: ???However, all things considered, on Aeon's first day in this school that could decide a person's future in the blink of an eye, he received a peculiar text message—/ I miss you... /A/N: This R+18 story isn't something just to satisfy the reader's lustful nature...

I will not die. Not for someone else.

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For as long as Kairos could remember, he experienced things twice. Originally, Kairos believed that was completely normal. However, as he grew up, he realized that it was not nearly that simple.

Kairos would experience things one second before they happened. At first, he used it to avoid stubbing his toe or having a plate fall on his head. But as he got older, he realized that being too different from other people was essentially a sin.

And so, Kairos quickly covered his ability up and pretended to be a loner. He let himself get shoved around even when he knew he could avoid it, just to blend in with the crowd.

However, things weren't just left at that.

Along with his strange ability, Kairos always had dreams.

Dreams of a rising red sun.

At first, they were infrequent and more confusing than anything else. But as time went on, he had this same dream more frequently.

And it also became more terrifying.

Kairos would wake up in a cold sweat, not truly understanding why he was so afraid. That is, until one day.

When the red sun rose.

And the apocalypse descended.

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Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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