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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?*

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|| Chapter 302 || The Search

The rough ceiling was akin to the wild barren land, a hopeless wasteland. However, like stars that blanketed the night sky, countless gems and crystals filled its surface. It appeared as though jewels resurfaced from beneath it—a wondrous sight for all to see. The magical glow from the sea of gems was enough to fill the halls with light. People, mostly orcs, bathed underneath its brilliance.

The audience streamed all over the area, exploring with intrigued expressions. They dragged a few slaves for entertainment, taking the opportunity of amusing themselves before the festivity commenced. Their eyes often glanced at the most eye-catching area in the halls, the throne. The steps beneath the elevated platform were filled with men and women, skin exposed to every gaze in the room. They took turns entertaining the masters seated on the platform. The Lions were more than pleased with the attention—especially the lone orc sitting on the throne.