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Celestial Bloodline

On a peaceful planet filled with magic and power, Kyle's life was lazy and ordinary, but little did he know, he possessed something extraordinary. He lived his life with his family like any other lazy human, or so he thought, unaware that everything happens for a reason. However, everything changed when he turned sixteen. His older brothers, who were fed up with his laziness, came up with a ridiculous plan to teach him a lesson. They asked him to take the entrance test for one of the biggest academies. They thought this would knock some sense into their lazy brother. Kyle was stunned, but because of their coordinated planning, he reluctantly agreed with a hint of resignation. "I don't think I'll pass the test anyway. So, trying it for the experience isn't a big deal." "The only problem is, I can't guarantee that all my body parts will stay intact until the end of the entrance test." But to Kyle's shock, he passed the test without even lifting a finger! Still, he was convinced that he would eventually be kicked out of the Academy due to his lack of strength. But the moment he set foot in the Academy, he discovered something incredible about himself. He was special and nature's favorite. . . . ______ (#It's my first time writing. So, support me with ps, gt and gifts. Hehe, THANK YOU) (Note: The cover is not mine, found it from pinterest. All credits go to the owner who can ring me up in the comment section if he/she wants me to remove it.) It might be empty right now and maybe needs more work, but there's finally a Discord server! ^^ Link; https://discord.gg/eBBXatxWVb

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Don't ever call me that

Hubert woke up in the morning and gazed at the large bundle of herbs stacked in front of his house. He heard the noise last night, but he never imagined the human would actually gather 1,000 of them in just a single night.

He let out a sigh as he gazed at the only person in front of him, sitting leisurely on the chair he used yesterday.

"So, where is Kyle? He's the one who gathered the herbs, right?"

Azazeal stared at him and, after a nod, he pointed his finger towards the path leading down the mountain without uttering a single word. The old man pulled out another chair from the house and sat down opposite him with a grave expression.

"Let's set Kyle aside for now. Just tell me, who are you? Why are you in this land?"

He released his spiritual energy to exert pressure on the man, but a shiver ran down his spine when Azazeal lifted his eyes to gaze at him with a pair of obsidian eyes.