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... ice, located in the imperial capital.

Orlax was leaning back against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, as he stared at three people kneeling before him.

He raised his head from the trio and turned his gaze toward a red-haired girl sitting on the couch.

"Well done, Riana. You’ve captured three people from the court."

"I could’ve caught more, but once they realized I was tracking them, they went into hiding before I could reach them,"

Riana said in a fr ...

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The Girl Raised by the Death God Holds the Sword of Darkness in Her Arms

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—She is a girl with a bright smile on the battlefield.

With her silver hair fluttering in the air and dark eyes, the girl sprinted on the battlefield. Her name is Olivia, whose hands is stained with the blood of her enemies as she shows an innocent smile.

The deep knowledge and combat techniques of the entity who called itself a Death God has been branded onto her body. On Olivia’s 15th birthday, the Death God suddenly disappeared. Olivia enlisted with the Royal Army and started fighting in the war as she searched for clues.

Lunar Calendar Year 998. The Kingdom has suffered consecutive losses to the Empire aiming to conquer the entire continent. The innocent girl who lacked common sense will step into the battlefield as the “Strongest Chess Piece” of the Kingdom, and go down the path of a hero—!

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Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?

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As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!