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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 · Fantasia
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Chapter 48: The New Goal

-KWANGGG

-KWANGGG

-KWAAAANNNNNGGGGGGG

Our swords clashed.

Striking harder and stronger with each clash.

My sword, against his huge one.

A 150cm long sword, bull-of-a-sword, which was around 30cm wide at the hilt, overall black, but flashing red around the edges.

-Hahahahahaha

And honestly, it felt good.

It felt refreshing.

Laughing like a madman, I lifted my sword again, and swung.

-KWANGGG

-KWANGGGGGG

We exchanged another series of clashes.

Mostly, I attacked and Syrus defended.

I kept attacking him, again and again and again, but I couldn't crack his defense.

He was like an iron-fortress, I kept hitting him, but he blocked each hit calmly with the same face, missing nothing.