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Blue Moon Princess

(Silver Tier Winner of WPC #147 #148) *** I just got my freedom; moved away from my house and was about to have a new beginning— alas I died before even tasting the freedom, since I got hit by the renowned reincarnation specialist, truck-kun. But my luck was tremendous as I reincarnated into a new world—as expected, with my memories fully intact. That’s when I realized that the world around me looked eerily similar to the one in a game called the World of Cultivation and I am the heroine—scratch that; this body is just a random mob of this world. My hopes and dreams of living a peaceful life in this world crumbled down right in the beginning, when I learned that I’m bound to die soon from the hands of the main lead. Fret not, this world is one with cultivation. Although there’s just a few days before my uneventful death, I can do something with my cultivation and—ah, my body can’t even do cultivation now, can it? It seems like my luck wasn't that good. Instead, I’ve been riddled with numerous misfortunes. However, don’t think that I’ll give up on this precious second chance that fate bestowed upon me. My intention is to survive. And I’m willing to do anything for it! *** [Note: The artwork in my cover does not belong to me. So, I'll be taking it off if the original artist asks me to do so.] Cover edit: ZinonWonder

The_Chimp · Fantasy
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That's so me!

Surprisingly enough—well, not that surprising if you were to really think about it, mom didn't bad mouth about the Taiyi sect later on. Instead, she was seen praising them before father, which was nice, I guess.

Anyhow, nightfall came earlier than expected. I guess my excitement to sneak into the Taiyi sect paid off by not letting me know about the flow of time. I legit don't know why I'm this excited. I mean, it's not a picnic or something. What I'm gonna do is scary as heck and if I'm caught in the midst of it, I'm as good as dead. I can place my trust on Goldy to save me, but even a bit of miscommunication will screw me.

"I'm not gonna screw up!" Goldy argued. It seems like he's been able to gaze into my monologue much more frequently now. Or maybe it's because a lot of time passed.

I sighed. Goldy seemed to have taken my words in the wrong sense. "I know you won't. I was thinking about myself. If I screw it up, it still does the same thing, right?" I asked.