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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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The seeker is seeking

"So, this is where our journey together ends, I guess." The honcho sighed. It wasn't of sadness but immense relief. I mean, he finally got out of my clutches, right? So, it was truly a big W for him.

"Yea, it was fun for what it was." I replied as I slightly nudged his shoulders.

"Fun for you, yes." The honcho mumbled, but suddenly retracted his statement because he was dead afraid that I would do something to him. However, since this was supposed to be our last encounter, I decided to forgive him.

"Yea, fun for me. Not so much for you, eh?" I chuckled.

"You heard, huh?" He asked.

"That I did. But it's fine. You are entitled to voice your frustrations in your last meeting with me. That is, if it's really the last meeting." I spoke in an ominous tone.