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Murim Is Cringe

Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He knows all and sees all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while for all the others who don't... impeding doom awaits. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man clad in black whose eyes shine a clean crimson glare right through his hermit hat when provoked. He is also rumored to be carrying a Demonic Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.

Neonkilz · Ost
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246 Chs

The Seer Will Get A Dragon. But First A Subordinate.

*Flip*

*Flip*

>Gah, only Greed would understand me. Can't I just take him?< the Seer thought, frustration bubbling within him as he continued flipping through the pages of potential candidates.

"Hey, Greed—"

"No," Greed interrupted firmly.

"........"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot. I am aware of your...needs, and I apologize that I cannot grant you your wish," Greed apologized, well aware of what the Seer was about to ask, given the context and their close understanding.

The Seer went back to flipping the pages with a disappointed gaze, uninterested in all the candidates.

He sat in the captain's office within the barracks, sifting through the profiles. Each flip of the page felt like a heavy sigh, echoing his growing impatience. None of the names or profiles seemed to impress him. Greed stood nearby, observing the Seer's frustration.