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Beyond the Pages : The Author's Requiem

As I was searching for way too go back to the city I heard a cry for help I saw a beautiful girl being chased by the wolves which had chased me before She saw me and started shouting for help but I didn't moved I just stood there I saw her being circled by the wolves, as one wolf attacked , other also followed I just turned away heading my way I knew i was being heartless But I also knew better than anyone not to involve myself in unwanted problems Birds die for foods Humans die for wealth And Some die because of their stupidity ** Protagonist, a new writer, was working on his first novel. He's poured his heart and soul into the story, but it's still a work in progress. One day, he dies under mysterious circumstances and gets reincarnated into the world of his own novel. He finds himself in the body of a young man who is going to be attending in the Eridorian Academy of Magic A student who is struggling to become a skilled mage While also Capturing some maidens heart in the process for Good Old BENEFITS. *** Things will start to get good after 39 chapters ( I am just writing for experience, a average harem novel)

Iwantocook · Kỳ huyễn
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58 Chs

CHAPTER 45: TRAINING 3

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the training ground. The air was thick with anticipation as students gathered, their voices a blend of excitement and apprehension. The usual sounds of morning—chirping birds and rustling leaves—were drowned out by the buzz of chatter and the clinking of gear. Today was no ordinary day; it was a day of challenge, a day to test their mettle.

Standing at the forefront, Instructor Thrain towered over the crowd, his presence commanding and authoritative. His silver hair glinted in the early sunlight, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the sea of eager faces.

Flanked by the other professors and instructors, who nodded in agreement, Thrain raised his hand for silence. The students fell quiet, their eyes fixed on him, a mix of hope and anxiety swirling in the air.