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When I growup

*Excerpt* "I am thinking of taking out a loan," I rolled my eyes, and thought to myself secretly, 'what an idiot but I can help this idiot!' I began with my lecture, educating a dedicated 'servant' is the duty of the 'master'. "A loan from a bank takes around 30 years to pay off, but if you rob a bank you are out in 10," "Ah...erm...Di'ordi what's with your head?" I felt puzzled by this, I mean my logic is sound! you don't have to worry about food and shelter in prison. I mean my 'servant' is decent enough to become a big boss while in prison. "Nothing, I robbed a bank a while back but my accomplice got caught the fool spent 10 years in prison but now she's out and living well." Ah, my last life but she will never know. "f*ck!" "No need to spout such filthy words, I haven't beaten you to a pulp or anything," -- Di'ordi had lived a fulfilling life and died beside the man she loved and surrounded by the men who secretly loved her. Of course, those men had been repeatedly suppressed for the past hundred years but because they are in fact his shattered soul made flesh weakening him, he had granted them a boon to stay by her side as her friends. Upon her death, his fracture souls were then bonded to her wandering soul and followed her to the thousands of light-years away planet to be reborn and join her once again. The issue is, it became a bit complicated due to her siblings and other circumstances. --- *Disclaimer notice: the cover is not mines, credit to the original owner* original novel~ please vote, thank you~ WPC February event~

SUPER_WEIRDO · Fantasia
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poor little lamb delivering itself to the butcher

I already feel as though this boy wants my life.

Should I allow him to continue to silently threaten me? I feel that I might become the first to die during this competition at this rate and honestly I had no desire to be. Like I had mentioned many times before... I love my new life. This small one also cherishes it and has zero desire to simply allow it to just drift away like that.

"Welcome competitor to the third level of the competition. Because of internal issues, the location had to be changed and a little twist was added..." The woman did not differ from the pretentious one. If her cheeks were not as pronounced and eyes a bit more bedroom-ish they could have passed for twins.

The same posture, smirk and, of course, those cold eyes. Another headshot.

I suddenly wanted her dead as well, but I stayed calm, putting away my flask and focusing on her while that gloomy boy continued to stay awfully close to me.