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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 · Fantasi
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126 Chs

Chapter 50: Forging my sword and finally leaving.

-Huuuuuuu

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes.

Both of them calm and focused.

Standing up, I picked up a standard sword, that was made up of the best materials, but was still a blank slate in magical aspects.

Placing it on the table, I activated the molding array.

A more complex version of the already complex tuning array.

Magical circles upon magic circles quickly emerged, covering me, starting from my hands to my forearms.

Unlike the first time when I was fumbling around, unfamiliar with the array, this time my movements were smooth and swift.

My hands moved quickly making different gestures. And with each of these gestures the ring like magic circles enveloping my hands moved. Moving back and forth, exchanging places with each other, expanding after reaching the front, before contracting and moving back, making way for other circles.