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Nirvana's Favorite

Nirvana - a paradise for the souls who had died doing good deeds. Elijah had lived a normal life. Though not perfect, he was actually looking forward to at least step into Nirvana. However, that wasn't the case. Numbered among Nirvana's chosen favorites, he was sent back to his Universe with a new identity. Finding himself stuck in a 17 year old boy's body, and occassionally evolving into a fire breathing dragon, Elijah thought things couldn't get worse. But he was wrong. Along with his new life, he met the same girl who made him believe in love-at-first-sight. After years of yearning to get this chance, he was finally living the dream. The catch? He was just seventeen and a nobody. Called to fight against the monsters that were slowly killing the inhabitants of his Universe, Elijah was faced with a dilemma: will he fight to live or will he live to fight? -- "Yes I died. And yes I had wished to have another shot at life. But no, I never wished to be 'the hero' or somewhere in that line. And you know what? We're just getting to the most exciting part." -EXO -- Disclaimer: Kudos to the artist who came up with the cover. Grabbed it from Pinterest.

ParadoxDreamer · Fantasía
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200 Chs

Satisfying

The hype from what I assumed was a clue died instantly when the head of the government guards had me sit down near the pilot, cuffing me securely lest I caused another scene.

Fifi and the others tried to intervene, but they were held back by the guards, each resuming their duties.

Fiery eyes locked gazes with me. An orange ring of light traced his irises. It was unusual but not impossible. 

I had heard of people with strange eyes. Never met one until now. 

Curly hair, round face, and toned body made him look intimidating but not enough. His uniform was torn on the sides, and the badges on his upper left breast were missing a few stars.

"What do you know about Bronn? Tell me everything," the leader demanded, his voice sounding close to growling.

I pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze at the leader. He was waiting for my response.

I tried to move my hands, but the cuffs limited my movements.