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Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl

"You? You were?" 

"Yes, it was actually a lot of work. Having to play detective and dance and all." 

"I'm not quite sure what any of that means, but how interesting!"

It was Yun Woo's personal life, and curiosity and interest were bound to follow. Although Jung Eun hoped the author would be a little more specific about his life, Yun Woo went no further than he had done. Feeling somewhat unsatisfied, the designer fiddled about with her well-decorated nails, complete with geometrical patterns and stones, feeling their textures. The parts that were glued onto her colorful nails sparkled brightly, and they were quite beautiful. It was out of those very fingertips that her designs would flourish. Then, taking the notebook out of her bag, which she had prepared ahead of time, she asked, "So, does that mean the chaos within the novel was intended?"

She was referring to her experience reading the novel, which had left her as though she were lost in the middle of nowhere, making her wonder if that had been the intent of the author. Then, after a brief pause, Yun Woo said, "Hm… I think 'imprecise' would be a more accurate way of describing the novel."

"Imprecise? What's the difference between that and confusing?"

"First of all, there's the reading experience. The readers should be able to read through the novel uninterrupted."

Just like the young author had said, Jung Eun had been able to read through the novel without losing her concentration. The novel read seamlessly, and her experience of having read through the entire manuscript the moment she took it from Nam Kyung's hands was just further proof of that. Despite a reading experience that had felt chaotic, she had been able to read the novel with intense concentration.

"I mean, it's not the most complicated plot." 

It wasn't that the novel was convoluted. The lack of any labels or clear boundaries within the novel had simply made it unclear. At that moment, the reason for why she had been struggling so much with coming up with a design for that particular project began to dawn on the designer. Then, the young author said, "That novel is like a padlock. Only after you open up the plot, can you see what's within it."

"What's in it?"

"The fact is that you can't know what's behind the padlock until you see it with your own eyes. Even if a person next to you were to whisper the answer, the box would be nothing more than a mere box. On the other hand, if one believes that it contains a deity within it, the box becomes something that they won't even dare touch." 

"I think I'm getting the gist of it, but I'm still not quite sure what you're trying to say."

"It's still confusing, right?"

"Yes."

'Is this really what a conversation with a teenager sounds like?' Jung Eun thought to herself. 

An image of Yun Woo popped up in her mind. He was wearing a pair of glasses and dressed up in a suit. While his downward glance gave off an intellectual vibe, his smile was accompanied by dimples and beaming eyes. The bags bulging ever so slightly under his eyes were telling her that he was still young. Then, while jotting things down on her notebook in search for keywords, she made a rough sketch in order to give the image in her head shape. A lightly-drawn circle. It would soon become Yun Woo's face.

"It seems like we'll have to go on for quite a while longer. Why don't we discuss this in person?"

Then, the designer's hands came to an abrupt halt. 

"Wait, are you serious, Mr. Woo?" 

"Yes. To tell you the truth, I'm near your office at the moment. Oh, also, do you think you can do me a huge favor? I forgot my wallet at home. Do you think you can take some cash out on your way? I think there's a bank nearby."

Cash? Jung Eun blinked in confusion. Money? Yun Woo? Her mind filled up to the brim with questions as the image of the author in her head evaporated all at once. Suit, glasses, intellectual demeanor. All of it. 

"Mr. Woo?"

"Yes?" Yun Woo answered. He really was Yun Woo, and the fact that the editor in charge of him had brought her to where she was made that an undeniable truth. She remembered receiving the manuscript from Nam Kyung vividly. Yun Woo's manuscript, at that.

"Um…"

'He forgot his wallet? How did he manage to come all the way here, then?... It has to be a lie,' the designer thought to herself as a painful memory rose up to the surface of her mind. She still remembered having lost fifty dollars to a man who claimed to have left his wallet in the cab. People often tended to fall for such obvious lies, and doubt began to sprout in her mind.

"So…" Jung Eun repeated herself absentmindedly as the realistic possibility managed to get past the thick wall of questions in her mind. 'This is not Yun Woo. He might not be him. What if Nam Kyung's the one behind all of this? What if he's the one who's making me talk to some fraud? Even the manuscript could be fake. Considering his job, he has to know at least one or two people who are decent writers.' 

Then, the end of 'Sublimation' came to her all of a sudden. The ending that gave off the strangest feeling that it wasn't written by Yun Woo. Things hadn't been adding up all along. 'C'mon, a spy movie? Really?' 

"Hello?" 

She no longer planned to address the person on the other end of the line, Yun Woo. Then, she looked in his editor's direction, where he stood next to a gingko tree with arms crossed, without a clue as to what was taking place within the booth.

"Thank you," Yun Woo's voice reverberated in her ear. They were the same words in the same tone to the ones she had heard from the video of Kelley Coin's recent interview. But was it really him? Was it really the same one she had heard on the internet? Suddenly, she couldn't remember the video she had watched more than thirty times or the voice that supposedly belonged to the mysterious young author. Everything had evaporated, leaving nothing behind.

"Is this really Yun Woo?" she asked the silly question, and the reverberation of her flustered voice returned to her ears after having echoed throughout the booth. 

"Actually…"

The booth felt suffocating, and the cars rushed past it. What was the truth?

"I lied…" 

It was a lie. He wasn't Yun Woo, after all. Upon reaching that conclusion, another question rose to her mind: 'Does that mean none of our conversations nor everything that I've been getting impressed by so far was real?'

"... about having suggested talking on the phone call after watching a spy movie," the calm, serene voice added. 

"... Pardon?" Jung Eun let out. "... This really is Yun Woo, right?"

"Yes," the brief answer sounded from the receiver.

"You mean, you never watched a spy movie?"

"No."

"What about the money?" 

"My wallet is safe and sound in my pocket." 

"... Wait, hold on. What is this about?" she let out as though about to vent angrily at any given minute. 

Then, Yun Woo added, "This is what that novel of mine is like." 

The moment those words entered the designer's mind, the only thing that remained within it was a deep sense of pleasure. Then, she looked in Nam Kyung's direction once again. That time, she locked eyes with the familiar face as he smiled and waved. Jung Eun had been working with the editor for quite some time now. However, everything had dispersed into thin air, like smoke, including the trust she had built with the editor throughout her career. 

After the thoughts had already entered her mind, she wasn't able to trust Yun Woo's answers entirely. There was nothing around her that would prove that she was talking to Yun Woo, not anywhere. That's what the novel, 'Sublimation,' was like. As she remained silent, the voice spoke up from the receiver.

"Now, I'd like to ask you a question as well," the voice said. "Are you really the designer?" 

They had been strangers to each other, and she was just another stranger, locked away in a box. 

"Yes. This is Jung Eun Kong, the designer." 

However, there was no evidence that would offer any final explanation. She had no other option but to hope that the voice would trust her. 

"This novel is about self-identity, isn't it?" she asked, finally grasping something. The realization came with a breath of fresh air. 'Finally!' Once the keyword rose to her mind, she made a quick sketch of a box with the front and the back burnt away. Her nails sparkled with every movement of her hand, and it was unquestionable that those colorful nails belonged to her.

"Are you still confused?"

"I gotta tell you. That was such an effective description," Jung Eun said, winding down. 

"I'll arrange a meal with you, soon. I'll see you then."

"... Can you afford to show your face?"

"Yes. You've been designing the covers for my books, so I wanted to show you my appreciation for your work. I know a place. When would you prefer to meet?"

After a brief time thinking, the designer answered, "Why don't we meet after I finish this project? I just have way too many ideas at the moment." 

A number of good ideas came to her, and the focus of the design became more defined. As things became clear, Jung Eun felt like she had come across the answer rather than a clue, and she found herself in high spirits.

"Is there an image that you had in mind for the design of the cover?" she asked. If the author had an image in mind, it wouldn't be a bad idea to reflect it broadly in the design.

"Let's see…" Yun Woo said, dragging on. The designer waited patiently for his answer, anticipating what it would be. "A crow."

It was an answer that was both random and Yun Woo-like. After all, birds were like a symbol for him. But why, of all birds, a crow?"

"Why?" Jung Eun asked. 

To which, Yun Woo answered light-heartedly, "Because it's about self-identity." 

At that, the designer asked no further questions. Rather, she listed the characteristics of the bird in her head. Black feathers, ominous, wings, soaring. Her premonition told her that a good product was at hand. 

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"No, thank YOU." 

Then, she realized that it was time for her to hang up. 'When will I hear his voice again after I hang up? Will I really meet him in person? Maybe that was also a lie,' she thought to herself. In that case, this really would be the end.

"Haha."

Yet, she felt no lingering attachment because of her unexplainable faith that Yun Woo would keep writing, and that she would be able to hear his voice once again if he did. 

"Please keep up the good work."

"Yes, ma'am," the author answered in a calm tone of voice. Waiting patiently for his goodbye, the designer held on to the receiver. "Oh, I've been meaning to bring it up for a while now, but I like your nails."

"Eh?!"

"Take care, now."

"Wait! Hold on! Mr. Woo!" 

'Click.'

Just like that, the phone call came to an end, and after staring at the receiver in a daze, she ran out of the booth and looked around frantically. The streets were quite crowded, and she didn't know what Yun Woo looked like. In other words, she would never find him, no matter how hard she looked. However, she still couldn't stop looking.

At that moment, a person in comfortable attire came out of the convenience store with a black plastic bag in their hand. 'Is it him?' she wondered as yet another person wearing a hat walked out of the other convenience store right next to it. In the end, she turned around and charged toward Nam Kyung.

"Mr. Woo complimented my nails!"

"Wha? Oh, uh, that's great!"

"No, no, that's not that I'm saying!" 

From then on, Nam Kyung had to put up with the designer, without a clue as to what had happened that day.

---

"Man, it came out great!" 

Agreeing with Mr. Maeng, Nam Kyung picked up the book in order to check how it had turned out. A lot of work had gone into the making of that book.

Made of a reflective material, the book was black all around, and the title, 'Sublimation,' was written at the top, like smoke. The black cover of the book gave off the impression that the readers were about to be part of something greater than normal, as if looking at a closeup image of an object. While it looked like a house that had burned down, it also looked like a pile of ashes. The true identity of the ominous color revealed itself when one looked at the cover designs as a whole. Opening the book, Nam Kyung flattened it so the front and back covers showed one image. It was a pair of eyes. More specifically, a crow's eyes. 

"This… Is what makes it." 

Since the the black cover carried such an unmistakable presence, the meeting went on for a relatively short time. The publishing company had intentionally spread the news that Yun Woo had personally taken part in designing the cover for his novel this time. While most fans' expectations were through the roof, there were also voices of concerns: 'Will he be able to outdo 'River?' What if he's reached his limit? Shouldn't he have taken a longer break? What if we're disappointed?' 

However, Nam Kyung took no interest in such matters. After reading the novel, he knew immediately that Yun Woo was like an ever-flowing stream of water. 

When he flipped the book, the reviews came into view, and among them, was a review by San Jung Youn herself, who had described the book as having the power to stir up doubt within the hearts of its readers. Doubt of their own existence. 

"The number of preorders is beyond what we'd imagined. We just started printing another fifty thousand copies, and the book isn't even out yet."

"I told you, fifty thousand was way too little to start with. Yun Woo isn't just a popular author."

Considering the average two to five thousand copies the first print of a novel got, fifty-thousand was a massive number. It was a number that could only be seen next to the names of the top authors in the nation, or of internationally-recognized authors. However, the author responsible for this number was Yun Woo, whose novel 'Sound of Wailing' had sold more than two million copies in the last year and a half. If sales overseas were brought into the equation, the number grew into an astronomical one. The 'Language of God' had exceeded the sales of the first Korean novel that had been published in the US by a significant margin, following after 'Sound of Wailing' at thirty thousand copies, and 'Trace of a Bird' at twenty thousand copies. On top of that, Yun Woo's books were still in print. 

"Well, we couldn't really do anything about it. If we invest too much on the first batch, we'll have less money to spend elsewhere." 

"That's what I find frustrating. I mean, Yun Woo's books practically advertise themselves. It costs us hardly anything." 

"We should suggest printing twice the amount next time," Mr. Maeng said in order to calm Nam Kyung down. Then, taking a deep breath, the editor brushed his fingertips down the book's cover.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

He was in disbelief. 
The head of the department laughed at his reaction. "Snap out of it, Aihara. You look like I've just fired you."
"I'm sorry, sir!" Kaoru regained his composure. "I didn't expect this. Thank you very much."
The older man sitting opposite him in the meeting room just smiled kindly. "It's a great achievement for someone at your level. Hakusen should have hired you when they could."
Kaoru stared at the mock-up of the cover of the book with his design. It was for an up and coming novelist, who wanted a cover expressing separation.
A senior designer had overseen the project and Kaoru was staffed on the team. They spent weeks trying to meet the novelist's demands, on top of other assignments.
It came to a breaking point when his senior threw in the towel.
"I give up! He's just being fucking unreasonable. What's wrong with our ideas? Screw this."
Kaoru had been helping to polish his senior's work up until then. When the team went home dejectedly that day, he stayed back and thought about what the novelist wanted.
They had been fixated on a darker, wintry look. It made sense since the novel was equally dark and tragic.
To Kaoru, separation was on a warm autumn day, when leaves fell together with the hearts that followed. The memories which kept resurfacing during the entire project. 
He sketched out an idea and showed it to his senior the next day.
His senior was going to throw it into the bin when one of the team leads of the production department passed by and noticed it.
"Hey, let me look at that."
Kaoru had seen him before during meetings. Confident, effective and with a personality which  engaged with others easily, Fujiwara Ren was one of the rising stars in the company.
His senior handed over the sketch grudgingly. Fujiwara's hazel eyes scanned it and then asked Kaoru, "Is this your work?"
"Yes," Kaoru admitted.
A warm smile crossed Fujiwara's face. "I'll ask his editor to show it to him."
Both his senior and Kaoru had been shocked. 
That was three days ago. Now, he was sitting in the office looking down at his first book cover. Kaoru couldn't believe it.
He was on cloud nine for the rest of the day. His co-workers who have heard congratulated him heartily, except for the senior designer who muttered something to the effect of him lucking out.
Kaoru didn't mind if it was luck. It gave him a tiny confidence boost. 
Even if his inspiration was…
Don't think about it at work, he told himself. When he went home, then he could try to piece his heart together, as he often did ever since that day.
He tried to look for Fujiwara to thank him but the man was out for meetings. He did manage to speak to Miss Tachibana over the phone to convey the good news to her. 
When he left the office, he finally saw Fujiwara at the lobby.
Kaoru waved to get his attention.
Fujiwara looked up from his phone and grinned. "Aihara!"
Kaoru went over quickly and bowed. "Thank you so much. For the cover."
"It's your design," Fujiwara reminded him in a friendly manner. "Thank YOU. If not, the project would have been delayed and I'm probably still in the office."
Kaoru was embarrassed. "No, I..it was just an idea which came to me."
"Don't be so modest," Fujiwara chuckled. "You're such a cute junior!"
"Who's cute?" a deeper voice asked, amused.
A taller and very good-looking man appeared beside Fujiwara. In a suit and still carrying a briefcase.
"Shin! You're on time," Fujiwara exclaimed happily. "Meet Aihara Kaoru. From the design department."
Then to Kaoru, he introduced the man easily, "This is Kurosawa Shinobu. My partner."
Kaoru was surprised. 
"Nice to meet you," he said.
"And you," the man returned and added wryly. "Ren isn't giving you trouble, is he?"
"Of course not!" Fujiwara protested with a pout. "I'm the perfect senior."
"He's very kind to me," Kaoru agreed. "I got my first book cover because of him."
"He's just being unnecessarily humble," Fujiwara countered and told his partner, "My project is back on track. He's the reason you can take me out to dinner today."
"In that case, you have my thanks too," Kurosawa told Kaoru.
They made a dangerously attractive couple. It was clear that they were in love. Kaoru could see the adoring laughter in Fujiwara's eyes and although his partner seemed to be the more reserved type, the glances he gave Fujiwara contained a certain softness.
"Not at all! Anyway, I shouldn't take up more of your time." Kaoru smiled. "Have a good evening."
"Bye! See you around in the office!" Fujiwara waved cheerfully.
He could still make out bits and pieces of their conversation as he walked away.
"Just dinner? I haven't seen you for a week."
"What else?"
"Shin, don't tease me. Unless you don't want to..."
"Fine. A quick dinner."
"Now we're talking."
It didn't take much imagination to know what they could be referring to. Kaoru found himself smiling at how comfortable they seemed with each other.
When he got into the packed train, he finally let his mind wander. 
What was Keigo doing right now? Was he still in the office or traveling for work? Did he find someone who could make him happy?
Somehow, seeing Fujiwara and his partner together made him missed Keigo so intensely. What wouldn't he give to have just one dinner, free of any consequences and repercussions?
Kaoru knew back then that it would crush his heart. 
He hadn't expected that it could possibly be irreparable. Unlike the defect from his childhood, this could not be healed by any surgery or medication.
The human heart, once scarred, was never quite the same.

"You need money. I want company. It’s a fair trade.” That was the start of the relationship between Wada Keigo and Aihara Kaoru. How far will they go?

Editor :  MonikaM ( edited Chapter 1 to 12) 

Book Cover Designer :  Desygner App

Author:  Chevanese Mitchell (Chev)

Dragged back home unwilling, only to learn her mother sicked. The king her father watches in silence as her mother takes her own life. Escaping the castle from the dark tragedy. Leaving behind her kingdom. Winter wishes to seek freedom and revenge.  In the wake of chaos, she seeks answers into who is she really? 


Walking into an unknown kingdom. He seeks answers. He bows his head to the Queen wanting to be her knight. Following the inner voices inside searching who actually is he.  Raine stumbled upon a woman within a icy pillar. Unknown desire to protect her. Who is she?



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Disclaimer on image. 
Photo taken by Cambion Art

The street that Song Xia arrived to was a bit old and deserted considering it was a Saturday. The window of the shop clearly read ' Buttons '.This place was close to the restaurant that Shen Xue had choose about a ten minutes brisk walk so Song Xia had decided to check it out.
Ding-Dong
Song Xia entered the shop and looked around. It was at most a medium shop but there were only old ladies around.
On the walls were racks upon racks  fabrics of every colour and texture. The fabrics were surprisingly of good quality. Cotton,Wool,silk,linen , velvet and chiffon. It was every designers dream. Whether colour , quality or material it was available. Unfortunately the quantity was limited.
" Hello , Little Girl, I'm Grandma Chi, how can I help you today."
Grandma Chi was what one might call the sweet grandmother type but had a sense of elegance that radiated from her bones. The hair pulled up in a bun with small gold earrings exposed. She also wore a simple white jade pendant on a gold chain.Her grey shawl embroidered with elegant white cranes carrying a single red flower.
When Chi Shuang saw the tall, graceful young girl her old heart was inspired. Such a lovely girl. Bright, intelligent eyes and a confident aura. She would make an excellent model for her creations!

"Hello , Grandma Chi .My name is Song Xia . I was just looking around. My friend recommended this store for me since I want to be a designer. Your materials are so beautiful!"
" Really!" Grandma Chi 's eyes sparkled." Song Xia, how about this if you model for me occasionally ?Grandma will give you a discount on all the materials you choose."

" Is Grandma Chi a designer as well?" Song Xia inquired politely. The shawl's embroidery was exquisite.

Grandma Chi looked at bit startled then a flash of sadness was revealed in her expression. Giving Song Xia a melancholy smile she simply stated,
 " A long time ago, my child."
" Nonsense!" Scolded an  elderly man with  ironed black pants and a dress shirt embroidered  with bamboo leaves giving him a slight scholarly air . He appeared from the back of the store and walked up to Grandma Chi staring her down.There seemed to be a harsh and displined aura to him that was inquired to military  soldiers that his clothing couldn't cover up.

He seemed to be speaking harshly and but the gaze in his eyes were gentle.
" My Si Guying's wife is a Master Designer!Little girl why don't you look at the Wedding robes and the white dress my wife made from scratch. You will not find anyone more skilled than Grandma Chi!"
Song Xia was startled for a moment before inwardly giggling. Mr. Si pretended to be so domineering as if he was going to scold people before blinding them with affection. It looks that even after so many years together this old couple were still very much in love.She took a look at the robes that were praised.
The traditional Wedding robes in gold and red where handing on the side rack close to the wall however these were special. On the women's robe was an embroidered stunning phoenix in gold. So life like and enchanting. On the male's wedding robe a completely magnificent dragon.
Song Xia had to admit the embroidery was absolutely mind blowing. No designer or machine was capable of the same feat.

The other dress was a western , cream colored wrap dress with  embroidered pink and yellow carnations .Although the design of the dress was simple - the addition of the embroidered flowers easily made it a dress that you could find in a branded store.

" Grandma Chi , you are very talented!! Song Xia sincerely complimented Grandma Chi which left the old lady blushing and Grandpa Si with a proud grin.

+++
In the end , Song Xia readily agreed to be a model for Grandma Chi but her good fortune continued. In addition to getting discounted materials, Song Xia became Grandma Chi's apprentice!

When Song Xia has finished chatting with Grandma Chi and Grandpa Si she roamed around the store . Eventually she settled on a  cream cotton gabardine fabric .

Song Xia was currently looking through her sketch book . It there was a design of a long-sleeve,double pressed trench coat. It had a double lapel collar,storm flaps in the front and back as well as welt pockets. There was belt loops and a violet leather belt around the waist. The buttons were also violet at the shoulders and cuffs. 
The design had always felt incomplete but Song Xia  finally knew what was missing. On the back of the trench coat she began to sketch some purple bell flowers. 

" My, what a lovely design Song Xia! You are gifted! Do you plan to embroider the back of this coat?"Song Xia has noticed that Grandma Chi had silently walked behind here but she was engrossed in her work so she ignored it.

" Thank you , Grandma Chi. In fact you were the one who inspired me. I had felt for a while like this coat was incomplete."Song Cia smiled at Grandma Chi who felt it was a pity that such a good girl wasn't her granddaughter.
" Awwh, you sweet speaking child! May Grandma Chi look at your work?" Asked with some hesitation 
Song Xia didn't hesitate and handed Grandma Chi her sketchbook. This increased Chi Shuang 's  good opinion of her. She too was a designer so she understood how protective they can be of their work. In her  opinion Song Xia ' work lacked some experience and still needed to mature but there was plenty of talent. Song Xia had a good sense of design, colour and form. The clothes in the sketch book but there were some traditional Huxian wear. She especially liked that Song Xia tried to integrate some modern concepts into the Huxian wear allowing the youth to be appreciative  of traditional wear.

Song Xia needed to be nurtured and if done so correctly she could become a star designer in the future.

New Name.New Life .New Dreams
Watch Song Xia rise to the peak from the nerdy,morally obligated but smart doctor to internationally famous supermodel.
The girl who had to give up on her dreams of becoming a fashion designer in her last life to becoming a world renowned fashion designer and business mogul.
Well all it took was reincarnation:check
Gorgeous face and figure:check
Ancient magical space:check....
Did I mention she started as an abandoned orphan,broke and with evil foster mum and sister ...umm 
NO?

Updates will be on Saturdays.

A/N: Please not this is an original novel and not a translation.

Current Day

The cold winter air rushed my face and down the openings of my fleece jacket as I stepped outside of my car.

I looked up from my phone and towards the sign above the building infront of me

Magic & Myths 

The bell above the door chimed as I entered, the store floor was covered in an old red carpet with cases and cases of faded books.

oh how i love the smell of old books

I was shortly greeted by a beer bellied man who looks to be in 50's dressed in a beige suit that looked about two centuries out of fashion. 

"Hi i called earlier, I- 

"Zermesa?" He interrupted 

"Yeah.." 

"Your book is out the back"

"Follow me" he called waving his arm 

I stopped at the glass desk while he continued out the back. A girl knows better than to follow strange men to the back of stores

He came back, white gloves on each hand and gently placed the book down to reveal the blue and gold cover

Harnessing Alartikan magic, Summonimg & Opening the gates to Alartika 

"Wow. That is very..direct.. isn't it?" 

The man raised his brows as his aging brown eyes met mine

"It's $500" 

I choked on air 

"You said it was $250" 

"Yes but as you can imagine i have to consider my time and costs spent outsourcing for this particular book, it is very old" 

"I trust this is okay?" He asked looking at the giraffe logo that identified the designer brand of my fleece

I rolled my eyes internally 
Before reaching into my bag and pulling my card from it's case 

"Do you have cash?" He asked

I had to withhold another eye roll 
Of course he wants cash 
Sketchy old man

"No. Card only" 

He sighed 

"Fine... that is fine" 



For many years Alartika has had a treaty, nobody from the east bothers the west and nobody from the west bothers the east. A childhood friendship disruptes the balance when King Zeyad's son returns home with a butchered face. 
_________________________________________
Everyone has a duty they need to fulfill.
Mine was to help protect the village outside Alartika's Eastern Palace Walls.
 But when my fathers sword slashed the King of the West's kid it caused my parents to panic and flee to the human world with me in hiding
But I'm eighteen now and I want to go home..

Due to the success of the Novel, I was able to work with an agent to hire a team that will help me develop the work into a Light Novel Series and a WebToon.
I will leave the RAW's here for now, until I have finished working with my editor to bring to you the book, then I will upload each chapter as it is properly finished and post them here along with my other sites so hit that follow button and stay tuned for more information regarding posting times and availability!
Thank you everyone for your support.

Special Thanks to these awesome people below!



Editor / Script Writer:
Carli Nickerson

Cover Illustrator:
Agri Karuniawan (@artofagri)

Storyboard Artist:
Kariz Cero (@Calcag)

Lead Comic Artist:
Agha Abiyasa (@Aghoby)

Promotional Illustrator:
Ferrari Llamzon

Concept Designer:
Karla Cubacub (Karlseer)

An astronaut set out on the voyage to colonize Mars. Thanks to an unexpected accident he is lost to the void of space. He awakens bloodied in his spacesuit in an unknown forest. The crows warning him to run from a demon dead set to turn him into a corpse. He must now survive in a world that defies his scientific understandings whose technological era seems to be years in the past. 

He's not the hero of this new world. He was neither a special nor an important individual. Can he use his knowledge of the modern world to give him an edge?

A girl bullied by the darkness of society. Pushed to her mental limits and bound to escape finds her salvation under the hands of a complete stranger. Will she be able to follow in his steps, or will he forsake her like many before? 

In an era where magic is worshiped, kingdoms colonize, and gunpowder has begun its mass production.

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