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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 · 奇幻
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Chapter 108: Ray Vs Varkain III

-Tang!

I clashed with the demon, while swinging my sword covered in five elemental lights. The elements exploded as soon as we clashed, but brushing them off like it was nothing, the demon struck with his other hand, hammering me like a nail into the ground.

Arrows rained on Varkain's demonic self as he chased after me, but with surprising agility, he caught some arrows aimed at him while dodging rest, before he returned the favor by throwing them back.

Getting out of the sticky position myself, I was faced with a purple laser of destruction.

Increasing the output of holy element, I somehow cut that beam in half, indirectly causing the dead trunks behind me be split in half.

At the same time, Fostoria shot more arrows, with huge amounts of mana compressed in them, at the demon.

'That elf must have a truly outrageous mana pool to keep up that bombardment.', I thought.