The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
I'm a prophet I know everything
A new swordmaster has emerged.
And a very young one, at that. He still holds his teenage features, looking no more than 20 years old. A genius! He was a genius seen in millennia!
This news spread around life fire. As everyone was already gathered to watch how their boss would beat up an arrogant brat, almost all of them saw the striking truth with their own eyes. Awe, shock, respect, and envy; they had all sorts of emotions as they inspected the kid with keen eyes. Not only wasn't he beaten to a pulp, he'd even inflicted numerous injuries on their boss.
Has anyone ever managed to touch the tip of that woman's hair?
Maybe he had all the right to be arrogant.
He definitely had.
"Really, what would you do if the building collapsed? Almost everyone was gathered there... Can you imagine the losses? Aren't you this place's owner? Act a bit responsible!"