MTL - Cataclysm King - Chapter 267 Intermediate shadow

Bestselling author Elias Vayne has spent years writing stories to escape the horrors of his past. As a child, he was the sole survivor of a massacre that wiped out his entire orphanage. He doesn’t remember how he survived—only that when the slaughter ended, he was the only one left standing.His latest work, The Arcane Academy Chronicles, takes place in Veylin Academy, a prestigious school of magic and combat. But one night, after finishing the final chapter, Elias wakes up inside his own book—not as the hero, not as the villain, but as an extra. Worse, he’s been reborn as Kael, the very same orphan who survived a similar massacre in the story.But something is wrong. The academy isn’t as he wrote it. Characters are acting off-script, unknown forces are rewriting events, and the mystery surrounding Kael’s survival mirrors the one in Elias’s real life. The more he tries to regain control of the narrative, the more he realizes this world may not be his creation at all.

“Doctor, it seems there’s something wrong with my emotions.”

“There’s a clown in the West City circus who can make everyone laugh. I think he can certainly help you.”

“But Doctor… I am that clown.”

“…”

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Waking up in a strange room,

Leonard Churchill finds himself lying next to a stunning woman.

Assuming good fortune has come knocking,

but the eerie part is, she’s a corpse without any heartbeat or breath.

Just when he thinks he’s been roped into a bizarre murder scene,

After a closer inspection,

He realizes,

Shockingly, she isn’t human!

This is a fantastical world after the Great Catastrophe, under the fog-covered land lies countless Underground Cities left by the ancients.

A Treasure Hunter wearing a clown mask travels alone in the dark.

He is Joker Leonard Churchill, the Catastrophe King!

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In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of.

A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners——

The old gods and aliens,

When the brassy rings of fate turn,

The golden runes are flickering.

steam surge,

the fire flickers,

Relic echoes,

The old gods revived.

The outstretched hand after the thick fog,

Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age.

Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent,

Striking the melody of the next era.

Came here through the gate of time,

Shad put down his suitcase,

Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.

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