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Fate Love Game

Okita Tatsuya, a soon-to-be freshman. He decided to live with his Aunt as fate guides him to his new life, a life where he will experience various things. From that point, Mother Fate who seems to be always playing with him will give him a chance to overcome the obstacle that has been tormenting his life ever since. In a game of love and hate, the only game where he can only have one chance to change it all. But in a twist of fate—"Do you believe in fate?", the girl said, He met a girl who will join his journey as he conquest this so-called game, created by Mother Fate. Will he overcome his past? Will he live a peaceful life? Will he turn the odds against him? Follow his journey as he plays the game of love, hate, and despair. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Discord Server Link!] -https://discord.gg/3SJ6CX4RXC If you want to support me and get early access to chapters: https://www.patreon.com/Xeoz I do not own the artwork, if you are the illustrator just let me know if you want me to remove it. (Only using it temporarily) MORE TAGS: Stalkers, Past Trauma, Nobles, Polygamy. DISCLAIMER Work of fiction. All the names, places, and events are all purely based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person or event is purely coincidental. The main characters are 18 above.

Xeoz · Realistic
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161 Chs

Later?

In the hallway, there are many students outside of their classes, numerous eyes are pointed towards me. I became the center of attention, as I passed by them where my feet are taking me to Yuki's class to get the sulking Yuki. On the way to Yuki's class, three young ladies blocked my way with their twinkling eyes. I can't help myself but feel confused about the three because they're shyly fidgeting with their eyes, or acting cutely in front of me.

"Um, how may I help you?"

We are the center of attention because we're standing in the hallway where numerous people are walking past us. After asking them, one of them spoke with a bashful tone.

"Can—"