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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 · Fantasía
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Chapter 74: Upheaval II

It was a race against time.

And no matter how I saw it, the whole situation smelled of a scheme.

I mean, no one would plant forty-five bombs across a district without a reason.

But what can I do about that now? I can't really stop going for the bombs, only to find the one behind this mess.

So, I just activated [Parallel Mind] and spared some of my brain power on the only thing that could help me – What is the objective behind all this?

-Swoosh!!

Speeding through the air, I observed the mana vortexes near the bombs and quickly updated Syrus and my new subordinates about their locations, along with their expected detonation time.

Whether they use this information to keep themselves safe or to help the civilians there to evacuate, it was their choice.

With that out of the window, I moved forward.

Quickly discarding the possibility to disarm first three bombs with shortest detonation time, I closed in on a bomb that still had a little while before it exploded.

-Thud