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Destined to be a Black Pen

When Russel Ferrer celebrated his early accomplishments as a writer, he was suddenly hit by a car and died on the spot. Russel was full of regrets for not finishing the last chapter of his best-selling book series. Using the last strength that he had, Russel wished for a miracle to happen and let him write his story for the last time. Gian Cres Val, the youngest son of Marquis Cres Val, has a weak and feeble body. He can't be a promising leader just like his father or be like his brother who is the leader of Red Tiger Knights. He can only stay inside their mansion most of the time and read all the books displayed in their library. But what they didn't know was that Gian has a secret. Gian Cres Val had traveled back in time. Gian now has the knowledge of what will happen in the future. And with the help of the Goddess of Destiny and Fate, Gian will possess a mysterious pen that can communicate with him. Returning in time, Gian plans to change the fate of his family. Reincarnated as a pen, Russel plans to write his novels again and make sure to write its ending. Bond with a twist of fate, Russel and Gian will help each other to accomplish what they need to do. [UNEDITED]

PickledPlums · Fantasy
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290 Chs

Chapter 108

The next day, everything was normal as if the ruckus last night did not happen. They ate their breakfast just like usual. Gian became a little bit awkward talking with Marquis Cres Val and Viel at first. But these two ignored it and naturally chatted with Gian and asked about his condition. Aside from an aching body and a small bruise at the side on his lips, everything about him was okay.

The marquis also asked Russel's condition. He has bluish-red bruises on his cheeks and a huge scratch at the side of his lips. Russel was originally planning to skip breakfast, but Butler Del woke him up so he had no other choice but to be separated from his soft and fluffy bed. Russel was also having difficulty on eating his breakfast due to the stinging wounds on his lips. When Gian saw him like that, he felt guilty and initiatively cut the food on his plate into small pieces.