The Nightmare Wizard - Chapter 13 – The Forgotten Tongue

All sorts of fantasies, short novels.

Imagination-centered with sci-fi elements.

Light novels, short novels, prose.

A long journey along the endless tracks of life.

Only thought shall free you from loneliness.

Lu Gu got a marriage on behalf of his brother and married the fierce hunter in Qingxi Village. No matter how wronged he was, under the coercion of beatings, he was still put on the sedan chair.

How could the Shen family gave up on marrying such a ridiculous thing. After a tumultuous fight, Lu Gu was brought back to the Shen family. He was ready to tremble and seek life.

Who knew that the days after marriage were far less difficult than he imagined, and he could even fill his stomach without having to be beaten. Shen Xuanqing also bought him chickens and ducklings, and built a fence in the backyard to raise chickens and ducks for him. Lu Gu squatted in the backyard and touched the chickens and ducks. After the panic, he was full of joy. Shen Xuanqing said that these were all his.

For the first time, Shen Xuanqing, who was about to go out was stopped by Lu Gu timidly, holding the corner of his clothes. He saw his little fulang showing a short and shy smile, handing over a small bag of fine flour cakes, saying that it was the food for him who was going into the mountains.

Shen Xuanqing was nibbling on the cakes expressionlessly in the mountains, but in his heart he was thinking that the little fulang was good and diligent. He looked good when he smiled, but he was too thin.

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I’ve took the role of ‘that person’ who passed away long ago, someone who bears a striking resemblance to her. In a reverse harem fantasy novel set against a military backdrop, the title “Four Crazy Guys Obsessing Over Me,” or simply “F4,” unfolds. The narrative centers around the protagonist’s first love and former comrade who descended into madness following their demise, now fixated on the female lead. However, as the one who has taken on the position of ‘that person,’ I enjoy certain privileges. Could it be that my fate involves facing death? Alternatively, survival might lead to a twist in the romantic plot, with me becoming the object of obsession instead of the female lead. Personally, I’m not inclined towards being the center of such fixation. But then… “Hey, get your act together.” “The loser falls behind and gets left behind!” “These fools need to snap out of it! Can’t they get their act together?” Romance is nowhere in sight; instead, the harsh reality of the real K-military awaits me! Before I can fully escape this predicament, I had hoped that the male leads would become obsessed with me. However, this apocalyptic world consistently shatters my expectations. To worsen matters, it appears that the male leads are gradually losing their sanity in this chaotic world. What’s the only way to break free from this absurd exploitation? Naturally, it’s through a revolution! You corrupt imperial scoundrels!

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.