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Dance with the Nightingale

The Nightingale. The beauty and the taboo existing together. Unattainable and unacceptable. An existence only to be admired from afar. A hero of legends but a also a girl of tragedy. Shining like a star in the sky, all alone, forever… -But that’s too sad isn’t it? * Our MC, an ordinary middle aged man, is an author that wrote books and after pouring 2 years of hard work in a book, his hardwork finally bore fruit as his book got the second prize in the regional awards. A fruit that he couldn't eat. Why? Because he along with hard work, he also poured his piss somewhere he shouldn't and died. Exactly how? Read the prologue, and you will find out~ But of course, that's only the start, as the next time he woke up... He was in another world. Follow the guy as he turns from a middle aged author to a Young Master in a magical world. *** Hey guys author here… It’s my first novel, but I will try to make this good. Good luck me. Vote this book with power stones, it really helps with your support. Before giving up please read Prologue and 1st 10 chapters. Also I have set up prologue to be a bit funny and ridiculous, so, don't mind next chapter won't be like that. My discord server link: https://discord.gg/8dvVYW8QUn P.S.: I don't own the cover art, whoever does can take credit for it.

Kisara_Hiroto · Fantasy
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Chapter 119: Team Play I

Even though the next day had arrived, what I had to do remained the same. So, without even having breakfast, as that was also unnecessary at this point, I quickly healed the last few patients in the hospital, only to notice that the people who required healing already lining up.

Letting out a dry laugh, I climbed down the stairs and arrived at the front of the compound, rolling the sleeves of my shapeshifted armor.

And by the time noon arrived, I let out a sigh, quite close to finishing line of people. And while, I wasn't exhausted or anything, I was bored, and very rightly so.

If a person was a tramp with a broken leg, I casted [Vitae Restorare], and even if a person simply had cold, yes some of them had caught cold after being soaked in yesterday's rain and had come for treatment today, I casted [Vitae Restorare].

It was so repetitive that I was fed up.