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Nirvana's Favorite

Nirvana - a paradise for the souls who had died doing good deeds. Elijah had lived a normal life. Though not perfect, he was actually looking forward to at least step into Nirvana. However, that wasn't the case. Numbered among Nirvana's chosen favorites, he was sent back to his Universe with a new identity. Finding himself stuck in a 17 year old boy's body, and occassionally evolving into a fire breathing dragon, Elijah thought things couldn't get worse. But he was wrong. Along with his new life, he met the same girl who made him believe in love-at-first-sight. After years of yearning to get this chance, he was finally living the dream. The catch? He was just seventeen and a nobody. Called to fight against the monsters that were slowly killing the inhabitants of his Universe, Elijah was faced with a dilemma: will he fight to live or will he live to fight? -- "Yes I died. And yes I had wished to have another shot at life. But no, I never wished to be 'the hero' or somewhere in that line. And you know what? We're just getting to the most exciting part." -EXO -- Disclaimer: Kudos to the artist who came up with the cover. Grabbed it from Pinterest.

ParadoxDreamer · Fantasy
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200 Chs

Sacred choices

Not finding anything from the rubbish that could lead us where to find Bronn, our group dispersed. 

Toko and Sab couldn't risk being out in the open. They decided to join us in searching for Bronn. But they cannot do it openly.

Hence, I was left with the three gorgeous women as we returned to the Inn we had stayed at last night. 

They have a great menu, and I was starving and thirsty. And frustrated.

My bottle of glowing red liquid was never to be seen again unless I found Riley. I swear, I'm going to bonk him harshly for stealing my first and favorite liquor. 

Needless to say, I felt deflated. I was dragging my feet. 

I felt like a little kid after having a tantrum.

I hated Riley more after learning he stole my bottle of glowing red liquid. I'd be lucky if he would return it, the contents untouched. Or if I cross paths with the bartender.

May Nirvana bless his soul.

I'm hoping he made it out alive.