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Dance with the Nightingale

The Nightingale. The beauty and the taboo existing together. Unattainable and unacceptable. An existence only to be admired from afar. A hero of legends but a also a girl of tragedy. Shining like a star in the sky, all alone, forever… -But that’s too sad isn’t it? * Our MC, an ordinary middle aged man, is an author that wrote books and after pouring 2 years of hard work in a book, his hardwork finally bore fruit as his book got the second prize in the regional awards. A fruit that he couldn't eat. Why? Because he along with hard work, he also poured his piss somewhere he shouldn't and died. Exactly how? Read the prologue, and you will find out~ But of course, that's only the start, as the next time he woke up... He was in another world. Follow the guy as he turns from a middle aged author to a Young Master in a magical world. *** Hey guys author here… It’s my first novel, but I will try to make this good. Good luck me. Vote this book with power stones, it really helps with your support. Before giving up please read Prologue and 1st 10 chapters. Also I have set up prologue to be a bit funny and ridiculous, so, don't mind next chapter won't be like that. My discord server link: https://discord.gg/8dvVYW8QUn P.S.: I don't own the cover art, whoever does can take credit for it.

Kisara_Hiroto · Fantasy
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126 Chs

Chapter 113: Devouring the light.

Things started slowly, as I kept my eyes closed and gathered mana in my palm, using it to slowly interact with the Tree of Light.

Unlike the leaf, which got triggered in an instant, the Tree of Light wasn't bothered by my intrusion, letting my mana seep into it without much resistance.

The problem started when I made a grabbed a minuscule part of it with my mana and tried to draw it into myself.

It reacted instantly, pulling right back on its fragments so that I couldn't haul any of it.

But it didn't stop there, doing a Uno reverse on me, it grabbed my mana and yanked, pulling almost all my mana in one jerk.

Almost, because I had some certain black pikes attached to my soul who saved the last bit of my mana just before it was all sucked out.

In terms of numbers, only 58 mana of my 30,000 remained in my mana pool.

But something very special was happening with that 58 mana.