Jessica Brown
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If Xie Na had already tried to acknowledge her wrongdoings and stupidity, Zhu Li might have forgiven her by now. Or not. He couldn't say for sure because there was a chance that instead of reconciliation and peaceful talk, what they had was a contest of who pulled more hair from the other. It could also be that the two were no longer in the clinic but in the nearest hospital from there. How would he know? He was actually not the least bit interested to see how the conversation between the two would go…-
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Because of Xie Na, several people ended up making an unplanned trip to the clinic. Jiang Li was one of them, and he did because he was not heartless yet to not even drop a person who shielded him from danger in front of a doctor. Coincidence or not, it was the girl who, in his memories, was always the one falling to Xie Na's petty tricks when she was still in college. Her name was Zhu Li, and she was the girl who later on became his admirer. Or maybe she already was, though if this was the case, it meant…
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The surrounding is full of people who were also stranded here with him. Everyone couldn't exit because the lass, Xie Na, blocked everyone from leaving. Also, no one dared to get close due to the spine-chilling cold she was currently emitting around her. And this cold aura coming from her intensified by tenfolds when she saw the person she wanted to beat up today! "Bastard Jiang Li!!!!!!!!!" As he faced a beautiful raging girl screaming at the top of her lungs, Jiang Li only stared at her calmly as if…
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It was around lunch break when the girl with violet wigs confessed to him. Time quickly passed since then. Now, he was in a big room painted with white and green. It was already his third three hour class of the day. Of course, he was not listening to the lectures at all. For a man whose soul had long graduated from college, the lessons were not worth listening to. He had already completed his studies years ago in his original world so there was just no need to spend energy on these things. Anyway, why…
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And the villainess? Jiang Li's lips curled into a beautiful but sarcastic smile as he browsed the memories. This world was quite abnormal since it did not follow the norms when creating its villainess. Normally, the villainess would be another rich and influential lady, probably only a tiny bit lesser than the male lead. This was all to make the female-lead-bullying easier. But somehow, in this case, the villainess named Xie Na was not a rich heiress as one would expect from her. Xie Na, the villainess…
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When Jiang Li declared his acceptance of the system's identity and acknowledged that he was now a Host, a person chosen by a Mighty Whoever to save crazy people, the system immediately initiated the transfer and tossed him into a whirlwind of time and space. His mind turned black, all his senses turned off as all he could perceive was darkness. Fortunately, throughout the process, he felt no pain. When he came back to his senses, all he felt was a bit of dizziness, nothing more. "Host, we're now in the…
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A pair of lifeless orbs from a kneeling gentleman gave off a bit of light in the middle of the darkness. Time ticked by indiscriminately. It was hard to tell how much time already passed. However, he remained kneeling there seemingly not caring or minding the time he was losing from acting like a dead man there. Oh, wait. He was actually a dead man. A spirit, per se. Yet it seemed like he was not even aware of this fact. And that instead of getting thrown to the purgatory, he got pulled into a void-like…
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Finally, the saint sighed, squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her face to the heavens. Kyembe made a wry expression. “Wurhi…” he said slowly. "I already guessed that. Not all of it, but I knew you took the Eye.” The Zabyallan blinked. “What? When? How?” He gestured toward Jeva by the fires. “While we searched for you, we were told that House Ameldan had been robbed the day you were taken.” He gave her a reproachful look. “I may sometimes act a fool, but I am “Oh…” she grumbled.…
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A glut of bodies choked the river. Black robed corpses bubbled from the mountain’s sodden heart, twisted from their struggle through the underground current. They rushed through the rapids, tumbling over each other - kicking up spray, cracking bone and tearing dead sinew - until coming to rest in a growing heap where water at last slowed to ice. The cultists might have become their god’s hunters or simply his meal in the afterworld, but here, they were nothing more than bird-food. Crows swarmed from…
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As the ground bucked, Wurhi of Zabyalla tried to scramble from the growing fissure. The river yawned behind her, swelling and washing over the sands; its roar filled her ears and her fur grew slick from its spray. Her heart shook harder than the stones beneath her feet, yet even terror could not spur her body to movement, and it gave out all the same. Far too much strain and not enough blood. She collapsed to the stones, and the crawling sensation of the change took her - the beast within too fatigued to…
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