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Earth's Doom Starts with... Me?

[Time left until earth's doom: 3 years] Yoo Chaerin, a 24-year old con-artist, opened her eyes in an unfamiliar place only to be greeted by this message. "What is this place? I'm sure this is earth but it feels... different." She thought to herself. "Why is everything so barren? Why do we have horses instead of cars? And armored soldiers fighting monsters? ...With magic?" Here, Yoo Chaerin will have to face an earth that's totally different from the earth she once knew. An earth where everyone has missions like in that of a game. An earth where monsters terrorize every single human being. An earth where everyone speaks the same language. It is where she has to find her place to belong. "I'll survive. And one day, I'll find him and make him remember me." In a world where everyone can use the system, how will Yoo Chaerin survive? Who is this 'him' she's talking about? And what if she's not just your run-off-the-mill con-artist? [WFP #27 - SYSTEM - GOLD WINNER] but only because of your support hehe! --- Update every 1-2 days Instagram: mozza_mello

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CHAPTER 79: THE HUNT FOR THE FALLEN PRINCE (2)

"You..." I squinted my eyes, trying to enhance my focus so I could recognize the blurry figure in front of me that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Surprised?" The familiar voice that had always irritated me, now made me ease up a bit, instead.

"What are you doing here, eel?" I asked with a surprisingly hoarse voice. After realizing that the ashy voice was mine, I quickly cleared my throat which was starting to burn.

"I should be the one asking you. Did the plan fail? Tsk, tsk." He sighed.

"Oh, right. You didn't know what happened ye--ukh!" Even before I could finish explaining our reason to come here, my words were cut off by unrelenting coughs.

'Cough! cough!'

"Hey hey, little cub, don't speak yet." His playful expression immediately changed into a more serious one as he leaned my back against his muscular chest. His brows curled into a frown, and his trademark grin disappeared.