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This mystery is set in a world where if your death is deemed “pure of heart” your reincarnation will have powers based on how you died. read about how Korven intends to use her weak power to investigate the secrets her city holds. Can Korven cut through the secrets of Kilder or will she die trying like those before her? https://www.royalroad.com/profile/909952/fictions

(SI/No Meta/OCxNaruto endgame/full "reconstruction" of the entire franchise through Shippuden and Boruto) Bronze Winner – Webnovel Fanfic Fiesta! I died in the wrong forest…and woke up in Konoha, in the body of a girl. I was an anxious second-grader bleeding out in the woods. In this one I open my eyes in a hospital bed, as “Sylvie” – an orphan with no clan, no past, and a body that feels strangely more right than what I left behind. The village calls me just another stray, but one loud blond boy with whisker marks decides otherwise. I become Naruto’s first real friend...and, when Team 7 forms, the kunoichi standing where Sakura would have been. This is Naruto’s tale of never giving up. It’s also mine: the boy who died once, became a girl, and refused to let anyone face their nightmares alone. And in a village built on shadows and used to treating children as tools: staying together is a war of its own. [2026 Release Schedule: 1-2 chapters from Mon-Thurs (@8gmt and 14gmt), 2-3 chapters Fri-Sun (@8gmt, 14gmt, and 19gmt)] NIDARS theme song by me: https://on.soundcloud.com/XOtDcWuWry1im7aSyO

After being bound by System 131, Xiang Kui started a journey of helping some female supporting roles to fulfill their ‘reasonable’ wishes in order to earn enough points to go back. First World: Beast world Side Characters  “Just because I'm not the heroine, does that mean I deserve to die?” Xiang Kui was a native in the beast world, the pampered cousin of the tribe’s chief. Just because the strongest warrior in the tribe brought in a strange woman, it meant that she have to be worse off? Not wanting to care about the heroine, she changed the beast world with her own hand without hesitation turning what the heroine values into scraps and things better than what she could make appeared. Second World: The True and False Daughter “Just because I'm not capable enough, does it mean I don't deserve to live?” Liang Kui harboured deep resentment when she found out the truth of the world. That her world is nothing more than a story for Xiang Hao Ya and her existence was used to make Xiang Hao Ya’s life better. It should have been hers, but Xiang Hao Ya was the one who played the pitiful, cross it out, her brother was the one who set off Xiang Hao Ya as the pitiful girl whose life has been taken away by her. In that case, she want nothing of the Liang Family and the Xiang Family. She will live a life far away from them, a peaceful and comfortable life while secretly making moves in secret. Third World: The Little Princess in the Apocalypse Jiang Kui was known as the pampered princess and in the world where other people become stronger, she was still the weak and willful person. Seeing that she was being used by the main leads to set themselves off and then thrown off, she decisively decided to part ways without hesitation. System: “…” no, that’s not parting ways, you directly smashed a hammer above their heads! And seeing how the supposedly revenge and action filled story turned into a sweet romance story in such unsuitable background… the system said that it gave up. Fourth World: The Ghost Story in the Magic World … Xiang Kui vs System: Xiang Kui: See, I have successfully performed my role well! System: (gave even more difficult character to perform again and again) Xiang Kui: *send blades to the system* System: (looking at the more outrageous script under Xiang Kui’s hand and fell flat on the ground, not wanting to take a look even for another second) At some other time Xiang Kui: What’s with that Jun Lin? System: *looks away* Xiang Ku: *sneer* System: (saw the weapon that Xiang Kui took out, shocked, and directly cried) Wooo, I don’t want this host! Give me a soft, pretty, and easily manageable host… ah! The author silently look away from the massacre scenes on the back and pretend not to see anything. ... Note: the synopsis will be updated as I write more worlds :3 Join the discord to chat with the author and other readers: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB ... Other novels: -Flowers Bloom from Battlefield [complete] - Under the Veil of Night [complete] - 7 Path of the Lilies [on long hiatus] - 1 Year of Beginning [complete] - Villain Lady [complete] - Science and Fantasy [complete] - 2 Years of Restarting [complete] - The Quiet Empress [complete] - The Villain's Little Cat [complete] - Astral Flower [complete] - Villain Princess [complete] - Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower [complete] - Runemaster in the Last Days [on going] - Truth and Lies Intertwined [on going] ... Follow me on IG: @sora100518

Jasmine Towers married billionaire Keith Acland in an arranged marriage meant to benefit two powerful families. There was no love, no romance—and Jasmine accepted it. As the CEO’s wife, she devoted herself to maintaining the perfect image and raising her son to become the rightful heir of the Acland family. Everything collapses when Keith’s former lover returns… with a child she claims is his. Overnight, Jasmine’s position is questioned. Her son’s inheritance is threatened. And the woman who once stood quietly beside her husband is pushed out of her own home. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by high society, Jasmine is forced into a ruthless battle for survival—where losing means watching her son lose everything. Jasmine must fight to protect her child… and reclaim what was stolen from her.

Seo Yuna, a junior architect who reads buildings better than people, agrees to one thing: pretend to be Kang Inha's girlfriend for a single family dinner. The terms are professional. The compensation is a project credit she has earned. The exit is clear. What she does not account for is Inha, who has been watching her for fourteen months and chose her precisely because she does not perform. As the fake relationship outlasts its occasion and Seoul sinks deeper into rainy season, the space between almost and actually becomes impossible to measure. A slow-burn contemporary romance about two people who are exceptionally good at noticing structural flaws in everything except themselves.

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.

I used to just leave fanfictions unfinished, etc., etc. Also, the last part of this fanfiction really sucked... So here is the newer and much better version. Also, I should warn you that it starts a little before Robert's Rebellion, and it's an AU, so don't expect everything to be the same. The release schedule is 1 chapter every day. I merely posted the first 10 because I felt you guys deserved it after all the BS I put you all through. Also, I had terrible grades growing up, so I am using ChatGPT to refine the chapters and make the grammar much better, so I can only take like 75% of the credit, to be honest. Here is the synopsis ---> Mordred Lannister, born one year after Jaime and Cersei, grows into something Westeros has no proper place for: a noble daughter with a warrior’s brutality, a merchant’s instinct, a designer’s eye, and a reincarnated mind from another world. Because Joanna survives Mordred’s birth, House Lannister is never hollowed by that old grief, and Mordred grows up valued rather than resented. She brings immense wealth to the Rock through fashion, improved food, spirits, and trade innovations, all while becoming a fearsome fighter whose strength and aggressive style unsettle the realm.

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

She was never chosen to save the world — she was forged to survive it. Etani is a half-fae assassin who understands the rules of survival: power is taken, mercy is punished, and every victory has a cost. She was never meant to be a heroine — only a weapon. When fate drags her from the shadows into the heart of political and divine conflict, Etani is stripped of her power, betrayed by courts and gods alike, and forced into leadership she never wanted. Each battle reshapes her. Each choice costs her something she cannot replace. As assassinations give way to crowns, and kingdoms become bargaining chips for gods, Etani must navigate brutal power struggles, shifting alliances, and enemies who would rather break her than kill her. Survival demands sacrifice. Power demands blood. And destiny does not care who it destroys along the way. This is a dark epic fantasy of ruthless survival, morally complex choices, and a female lead who does not seek redemption — only control over the chaos determined to consume her. For readers who enjoy dark fantasy, morally grey protagonists, and stories where power is both weapon and curse, Etani is a completed 12-book saga of transformation, vengeance, and the thin line between predator and prey. Content Warning: This series contains graphic violence, sexual content, torture, murder, cannibalism, domestic and sexual abuse, mental illness (including depression and suicidality), abortion, and miscarriage.

Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. A boy raised by wealth and power. Became a man of danger. Death and destruction follow Taeyung’s every step. People are fake. But not her. Her fire, her spite, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consmed by need. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. ********************************** When Kim Taeyung came back to the room, he had a wheelchair in tow “Let’s get you outta here, Yeobo.” “I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re the reason I’m even in here.” I snapped at him. “I know, and I’m truly sorry, and deeply regretful for it. Please, how about we talk about it over dinner?” He asked me. “Not even in your dreams, asshole. You’re literally crazy. Thanks for paying the bill, you kinda owe it to me anyways, since it’s your fault.” I glared daggers at him. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “I literally said no!” I shouted back at him. But he just ignored me, “There’s a Bibimbap shop not far from here that has some amazing food. Killer Kimchi too.” “I just said no, are you just not listening to me?” “I’m listening just fine; I’m just ignoring what you’re asking.” He just shrugged me off and came over to the side of the bed, offering assistance. I surprised myself and actually took it. Despite my better judgement, I let this psycho help me into the wheelchair and lead me out. Everyone stared as we walked by. I ducked my head low, trying to shield my face some. People were filming and snapping photos. Being around him was like being near a celebrity. I did my best to be invisible, but I guess in a city that thrives on appearances, being good looking makes you famous and desirable. I don’t get it. The way you think and what you do with those thoughts should be what makes someone famous and desirable. Like Keanu Reeves. Everyone loves him and he’s just like, the most wholesome and humble person. Or Tanjiro from Demon Slayer. But Kim Taeyung was arrogant, conceded, avoidant, and very, very, attractive. What the fuck? I shake the thoughts out of my head..

She was never supposed to be the bride. Sera Ashveil was nineteen years old, invisible, and worth nothing to the pack that raised her. Her sister Mira is the beautiful one. The chosen one. The one their father actually looks at when he speaks. Sera is just the spare. So when the most feared Alpha in the known territories - Caius Dravhen, cursed, dangerous, and slowly being destroyed by dark magic - demands a bride from the Ashveil bloodline, the decision takes less than an hour. Mira refuses. Nobody asks Sera. She is dressed in her sister's gown before dawn, pushed into a black carriage, and delivered to a monster - a substitute for a bride nobody wanted to send, to a man nobody expects her to survive. The last woman sent to Caius Dravhen lost her mind within three days. Her eyes stayed open but everything behind them simply vanished.Sera arrives expecting the same fate. What she doesn't expect is that his curse - the dark magic consuming him from the inside out - doesn't break her. It wakes her. Something has been sleeping inside Sera Ashveil for nineteen years. Something old, something hungry, something that the Ashveil pack beat down so thoroughly they were certain it was dead. They were wrong. She came to Ironveil as a sacrifice. She will leave as something they never saw coming.

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

To find her past, she must become the world's greatest threat. "The erasure of the Mardukins is the crown jewel of our secrets." - The World Government. For over a hundred years, the Mardukin islanders have been nothing more than a bedtime story. But when a mysterious girl appears with a hollow heart and a devastating, unknown power, the legend becomes a terrifying reality. Myths don't bleed. She does. She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know where she came from. All she knows is the cold, sharp taste of vengeance that haunts her dreams. To the Government, she is a mistake that needs to be fixed. To her, they are the only ones holding the keys to her soul. The Government spent a century burying the past. Now, the past is digging itself out.

"In my first life, I was a puppet. In my second, I was poisoned. This time… I will survive." Discarded by her own bloodline, Princess Letizia di Ravello is exiled to the frozen North, where unwanted nobles are sent to disappear. Her executioner is not a blade, but the man she is forced to marry. Duke Callisto van Dristan, the cursed lord of the North, a rumored monster with a frostbound beast lurking beneath his skin. Letizia arrives prepared for cruelty, her heart guarded after lifetimes of betrayal. But the North is not the grave she expected. Instead of a prison, she finds a chaotic estate of misfits who fight, laugh, and survive together. Instead of an executioner, she finds a man who keeps his distance as if she is something fragile, and looks at her with a quiet, devastating grief. Every time she meets his gaze, one question lingers. Why does the most terrifying man in the kingdom look at her like he has already lost her? “I will not force her to trust me,” Callisto swore to the frozen winds. “But I will burn the Ravello Empire to the ground before I let them touch her again.” She was sent to the North to die. This time, she will survive, become something far more dangerous, and take back everything they stole from her.

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

Enemies To Lovers+ Unfiltered Smut + Billionaire Romance + Strong Female Lead. . . From this: “I’ve slept with every woman in this house. What will it take to get that divorce, Brianna? Do I have to go after your mother next?" To this: “I don’t want anyone if it’s not you, my dear wife.” Brianna thought her nightmare was finally over the night she made her abusive, cheating husband fall to his death. But when he woke up in the hospital, smiling at her with tender eyes and calling her “the most beautiful woman he’s ever met”… she knew something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t the man who humiliated her, mocked her, and destroyed her name. Now, her deadbeat husband has become a possessive, seductive, and obsessed doting stranger—one who claims he’ll cherish her forever. . . [Excerpt] "Wife, your hands are dirty now. Go wash them. I don't want his scent on you." That seemed like a good enough excuse to regain her senses with the timeout. Brianna sighed, already turning to limp, but the grip from the bed suddenly became firmer. She tugged further, but to no avail. Sighing, "Lucian, let go. I need to go to the restroom. I need a moment to... to process this." She tugged her slender wrist again, against his hold, but his fingers were a collar of iron. He didn't even look at the door. His dark, fixated eyes were locked onto the palm Marcus Thorne had just grabbed. Lucian's voice was heavy with the haze of the concussion and a terrifying, sudden possessiveness. "No. I don't want you out of my sight. Someone else might... hold your hands again." "I am going five feet away. I'm not a child, and I'm certainly not a prisoner. Now, let go so I can get this… this man's sweat off my skin." "I'll do it," Lucian muttered. However, before Brianna could ask how, he pulled her hand toward his face. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent. "What are you doing, Lucian? Don't you dare—Don't you dare lick my hand!" Brianna flinched violently, dragging her body backward until she was nearly doubled over the edge of the bed, but he was immovable. His concussed brain had simplified the world: Stranger touched Wife. Stranger's scent must be replaced by mine. "Stay still, wife. It'll be quick." "What kind of animal are you—! Lucian, stop! This is unhygienic! It's… it's psychotic!" Brianna turned desperately towards the corner where Marcus Thorne was still standing paralyzed by the sight! "Marcus! Well, don't just stand there! Do something! Help me!" Meanwhile, Marcus Thorne looked like he wanted to jump out of the window! He was watching the President of Better Health, the most powerful man in the city, bring his wife's hand to his mouth with the raw intent of a wolf. Marcus stammered, his hands shaking as he took a frantic step toward the door. "I-I think I'll just... I'll leave the couple to their... their private recovery. Yes. Intimate recovery." "Marcus! Get back here!" Brianna cried out with wide eyes of disbelief. But Marcus refused to look back. He gestured vaguely with a trembling hand, looking as though he'd just witnessed a ritual he wasn't meant to survive, and ran into the hallway. The door clicked shut with a finality that sounded like a prison cell locking. Brianna stared at the wooden door, her mouth agape. "You coward! You—" "Wife, I told you. Stay still." ... From deadbeat to doting, her husband has changed overnight. But if he isn’t the man she married, then something is wrong with her husband!

Nadia Voss has spent a decade being the backbone of the Ironstone Pack. She built its defenses, funded its watchtowers, trained its warriors, and raised its heir. She was also, slowly and without anyone noticing, given less and less in return. When the Ashveil Curse claims her, the pack's healer names a cure: the Silver Moon Rite, performed within forty-eight hours. Her Alpha mate, Cassian, gives it instead to Lyra- the adopted sister Nadia herself brought home at seventeen, who has spent the years since taking everything Nadia owned, one piece at a time. Nadia does not scream. She does not fight. She signs every document they put in front of her with a steady hand and a composed face. But in the three days before her death, she moves with the precision of someone who has been planning longer than anyone realized- locking assets behind bloodline seals, registering evidence with neutral-territory law, writing a letter that will be released only when the people who wronged her have begun to relax. She dies alone on the third day. Then the trap begins to close. And fourteen months later, in a neutral-zone legal office, a woman places a document on a desk and begins the process of returning to the life she was owed. Blood and Silver is a story about what strength actually looks like when no one is watching and what the patient and the precise can build, even at the end.

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much