Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination
Ali Avery was a successful young man adored by everyone. But things were not as they were shown to the life. Shunned and betrayed by his peers... He was hiding among happy facades. Everything changed for him on one fateful night when he awoke in a dangerous new world with a completely different body, and his guardian angel was also there to accompany him. A world where the impossible was possible while the imaginations were the reality of the dreamer. 'Am I a Goddess? I'm just a little different.' 'My imagination can become real magic, but isn't this energy point a bit too much?' Stranded in the new environment, new life, new strength, and new possibilities... How would he/she survive? --- Sequel: My Goddess is Good at Pretending
Sylvia's Confession
"Alright, we're here. You need to get back to your mission." Nell stopped in mid-air and turned around just after she had crossed the bridge.
"As your command." The holy knights, including the two generals, paid their respects before they walked away.
The Devil Princess looked up at the magnificent building like a golden white palace. Her inner self screamed not to go inside because she was still a devil who wasn't comfortable around auras or holy magic.
"Uhm..." Sylvia looked left and right in discomfort. She rubbed her arms and unknowingly tugged the hem of her friend's dress for reassurance.
It only took one step to actually enter the Holy Cathedral. However, Sylvia felt no longer excited because the subtle holy aura there was dense enough to feel breathless.
"It's okay. No one will hurt you." Elysia looked at the restless girl.