Pure Love ✕ Insult Complex - Chapter 28

«Grey, elemental affinity, zero» The Elder announced the result loudly.

In a world brimming with magic and cloaked in mystery, the Book of Judgement Day wields extraordinary power capable of altering destinies, captivating many seekers and adventurers who yearn to uncover its secrets.The Gamma nation lies in ruins, yet the remnants of its profound mysteries cling to existence, particularly the fabled Book of Judgement Day, a relic sought after by numerous individuals despite the widespread doubt regarding its existence. Rinoa, a diligent student from the prestigious Atlantis School of Magic, embarks on a quest to unravel this enigma; however, as she prepares to depart, her teacher is unexpectedly attacked by a dark-cloaked figure, plunging her into a dramatic confrontation.Determined to pursue her quest, Rinoa defies the school's restrictions on her journey. In this critical moment, she encounters a young paladin named Fitran, who expresses willingness to join her mission—but only under the condition that she acquiesces to his stipulations. Who truly is Fitran, and will Rinoa agree to his terms, risking her mission for the sake of a partnership?

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

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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The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.