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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 87

Two young men were having a hard time under the sun in an open field. One was standing while trying to stabilize his breathe while the other one was sitting on the dusty ground without minding if his clothes will get dirty or not. That one was more in a dreadful situation than the former.

"Russel, that's enough. Stand up now." Gian said in a low voice. He was trying to conserve any energy let on his body.

"No more... Just go..." Russel said in a whispering voice.

"Stupid. How can I leave you when this rope was tied on our waists?"

"Then let us... forget about lunch and sit... here with... me..."

Gian stared at his friend who looked like a dying fish out of the water. He was sweating bullets and it dripped down continuously on the dusty ground. Even his training clothes were already drenched. Gian never thought that his stamina was greater than him.