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Relife: The Story Of Kim Baek Hyun

A story about a Young developer Kim Baek Hyun, who is both Overworked and Overtired and finally dying in his computer Before he got reincarnated in his own World by a mysterious Entity, will he survive or will he die in Despair in front of his own creation? Find out by reading these story! Update everyday so hurry up and put these into your reading these cus i update these everyday anyway bye

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The knowledge.

Elara and I stood before the stone platform, its surface etched with intricate puzzles that seemed to shift and change as we approached. The Keeper watched us intently, his robes billowing in the breeze that swept through the clearing.

"We must proceed carefully," Elara whispered, her eyes scanning the symbols and glyphs carved into the stone. "These puzzles are designed to test not just our intellect, but our wit and wisdom."

I nodded, focusing on the first puzzle—a series of runes that glowed faintly with arcane energy. They seemed to form a pattern, but deciphering it would require more than simple observation.

"Let's start with this one," I suggested, tracing the lines of the rune with my finger. "It might hold a clue to the next."

As I touched the rune, a faint hum filled the air, and the pattern shifted. Symbols rearranged themselves, forming a coherent phrase in an ancient language.

"Knowledge is the key," Elara murmured, translating the inscription. "But what does it unlock?"

Before we could ponder further, the stone platform beneath our feet rumbled. A section of the platform slid open, revealing a narrow staircase leading downward into darkness.

"We have to descend," I said, glancing at Elara. "The answers we seek may lie below."

With cautious steps, we descended into the depths below the great library. The air grew colder, and the faint glow of magical torches illuminated the way. At the bottom of the staircase, we found ourselves in a vast chamber filled with shelves upon shelves of ancient scrolls and tomes.

"This must be the archives," Elara breathed, awe filling her voice. "Centuries of knowledge preserved here."

But our reverie was interrupted by a voice echoing through the chamber—a disembodied voice that seemed to come from all directions at once.

"Welcome, seekers of knowledge," the voice intoned. "To prove your worth, answer this riddle: I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?"

Elara and I exchanged a quick look, our minds racing to solve the riddle. After a tense moment, I spoke up.

"An echo," I said confidently, hoping it was the correct answer.

Silence followed, then a deep rumbling as the shelves around us shifted. A hidden passage opened before us, revealing a path deeper into the archives.

"Correct," the voice confirmed. "Proceed to the next trial."

We pressed on, encountering more challenges—puzzles that tested our logic, traps that required quick thinking to evade, and riddles that pushed the limits of our understanding. Each trial overcome brought us closer to unlocking the vast wealth of knowledge hidden within the library.

As we approached the final trial, fatigue weighed heavily on us, but determination burned brighter. The last puzzle loomed—a mosaic of colored tiles that seemed to form a map of the stars.

"This one looks complicated," Elara remarked, studying the intricate patterns.

"We've come this far," I said with determination. "We can solve this."

Hours passed as we deciphered the mosaic, rearranging tiles and aligning symbols until finally, the last piece fell into place. A low rumble filled the chamber as the final door swung open, revealing the heart of the library—a chamber bathed in golden light, filled with books that shimmered with untold knowledge.

"We did it," Elara whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

But our moment of triumph was short-lived. As we stepped into the chamber, a shadow fell across the threshold—a figure cloaked in darkness, its eyes gleaming with malice.

"You have done well to come this far," the figure hissed, raising a hand wreathed in dark magic. "But this knowledge belongs to me now."

Before we could react, the figure unleashed a torrent of arcane energy, sending us reeling. As darkness closed in, I felt a surge of determination—the knowledge we sought was within reach, and we would not be denied.

Will we defeat this dark figure and claim the knowledge, or will we fall prey to its malevolent power? The fate of our quest hangs in the balance.