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A Gorgeous White (BL)

( An LGBT+ novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin... An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right...( secretly inspects lower body) Moumou: ...@$%#!!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Warning this novel includes the following: 1. Smut 2. Gore 3. Inappropriate language Publish dates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (Sporadic if I get busy ╥﹏╥) || I M P O R T A N T N O T I C E! || This novel is inspired by several BL novels• If you do not like reading LGBTQ+ novels please avoid reading this• This author is trying her best!• Enjoy! The cover is originally is drawn by yours truly º^º *hehe want a commission?*

Heather_ANARE · Fantasy
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501 Chs
#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#R18
#MAGIC
#OVERPOWERED
#TRANSMIGRATION
#APOCALYPSE

|| Chapter 55 || To The Leonile Lord...

"I can't believe I had to wake up so early today!"

"Hey, isn't it worth it?! I didn't sleep a wink last night, waiting to be chosen in the candidate selection!"

"Bah! I already know I would be chosen!"

The chatter continued as dawn approached the dark skies of Thaeria. Within the crowded halls of the Elder guild, the white stoned walls of the halls were adorned with numerous hanging banners. Each banner was embellished with a unique symbol, each different from the others. Made with every rare fabric, the banners hanged elegantly, exposed to the eyes of anyone who walks by.

Barely a hundred candidates were summoned in the halls for selection. Unlike the Blue Fire arena with its bustling audience, the Candidate Selection was only witnessed by the guild Lords and their trusted followers.