I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 688 - 427: Sergey’s Letter [4500 words, thanks to the spectators of the League leader]_3

Gong Yu, a three-good student who entered the unknown world for no reason, became a sick and poor little Highness who disguised herself as a man.

In line with the principle of hard work and progress, I work hard to be a two-headed grass and survive in a mixed court.

However, she accidentally picked up the handkerchief of the future queen and sister, and returned it with the good character of picking up gold.

The result was a series of such rumors.

Since the love is compatible, the two are in love, and they are secretly in love, why not choose another day to get married?

Gong Yu herself expressed panic, but the queen sister actually acquiesced.

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I will not die. Not for someone else.

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For as long as Kairos could remember, he experienced things twice. Originally, Kairos believed that was completely normal. However, as he grew up, he realized that it was not nearly that simple.

Kairos would experience things one second before they happened. At first, he used it to avoid stubbing his toe or having a plate fall on his head. But as he got older, he realized that being too different from other people was essentially a sin.

And so, Kairos quickly covered his ability up and pretended to be a loner. He let himself get shoved around even when he knew he could avoid it, just to blend in with the crowd.

However, things weren't just left at that.

Along with his strange ability, Kairos always had dreams.

Dreams of a rising red sun.

At first, they were infrequent and more confusing than anything else. But as time went on, he had this same dream more frequently.

And it also became more terrifying.

Kairos would wake up in a cold sweat, not truly understanding why he was so afraid. That is, until one day.

When the red sun rose.

And the apocalypse descended.

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Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.

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