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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Chapter 33: A Lazy Day.

In the end, I decided tell him as much as I could.

Sitting up, I lifted my hand, made my bracelet touch his, and transferred the information about my spirit stats, talent, and unique condition, Mismatched Soul, to it.

Amazement flashed through the Magus' eyes, as he processed the information.

In the end he wasn't able to contain his excitement, causing a smile to spread on his face.

With a huge smile spreading through his face, he said a single line.

"You did well... Rayne."

A single line, but it was so-filled with emotions, that it was more impactful than any praises I had ever received.

Words filled with emotions of relief.

Well, I knew where he was coming from.

Afterall, how could he, a Magus, not know about his son's talent?

And how aggrieved he must have felt, when he saw his son trying so hard to get stronger, while knowing that his son's efforts won't be rewarded, ever...