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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 · Fantasie
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Chapter 75: The Real Scheme.

'Fuck! is what I'm gonna do to the one who fired at me!', I cursed angrily.

But that anger left as soon as it arrived. My mind cooling down in an instant, as I saw another bolt coming at me, followed by another three in the distance.

I didn't have much time; my mana was disoriented and I couldn't cast any new spells, not for the next few seconds.

But I had to stand, I had to react, blocking just won't do as I would become a sitting duck for the next attacks.

I instinctively activated [Split Second]. No, instinctively wasn't the right word; it wasn't wild instinct. It was more like...habitually?

It was as if this body already knew what to do and I subconsciously just followed that.

The world around me stopped, my body stopping along with it, becoming so, so heavy, as if made of lead, but my thoughts were fast as ever.

Then again, I felt the same urge, the same habitual feeling and this time I just gave in.