Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign! - Chapter 36

The new book “I'm Really the Clan Leader” has been released. Please give your recommendations to the new book!I am the introduction divider......There is no real cruelty or tyranny between races, all that exists is the survival and proliferation of a tribe.An unfamiliar soul, holding a treasure of a heaven and earth, descends onto these desolate wilds, becoming the leader of a small tribe, leading the tribe to dominate a region, from being weak to becoming strong, begins a long journey of conquest.

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

- Description from Novelupdates

SeoHyun is the number 1 ranker of the forgotten tr*sh game ‘Asra’.

He’s now come to conquer Asrian, a mega-hit VRMMORP game that inherited Asra’s world setting!

But what he thought was a damage dealer hidden class was in fact…

A support unlike any other!

A support that hard carries by fighting and grabbing people by the neck!

The tale of Hyun, the greatest support, begins now!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.