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Thwack

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last update 게시일: 2026-10-05 15:00:28

I felt an invisible grip wrap around my ankle. With a violent jerk of his power, I was dragged out from my hiding spot. My palm scraped across a jagged shard of glass on the floor, leaving a stinging trail of blood, but I barely had time to feel it before I was yanked into the air. I hung there, dangling upside down, the world spinning until he flicked his wrist and flipped me upright, suspending me level with his terrifying gaze. "Time to d-i-i-i-e," he sang, the sound distorted and cruel. <

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  • The new worlder   FUCK! IT HURTS!

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  • The new worlder   New Worlder. Constance. C. Connie.

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  • The new worlder   Please, don't make it hurt

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  • The new worlder   Thwack

    I felt an invisible grip wrap around my ankle. With a violent jerk of his power, I was dragged out from my hiding spot. My palm scraped across a jagged shard of glass on the floor, leaving a stinging trail of blood, but I barely had time to feel it before I was yanked into the air. I hung there, dangling upside down, the world spinning until he flicked his wrist and flipped me upright, suspending me level with his terrifying gaze. "Time to d-i-i-i-e," he sang, the sound distorted and cruel. He raised his hand. But just as he was about to strike, a piece of wood, a thick stick from the debris, came flying through the air and thwack, it hit him square in the side of the head. Noxius’s head snapped to the side. He slowly turned his gaze back to me, looking at me as if I had somehow developed telekinesis. "I didn't do that!" I squeaked. Then, a stone whistled through the air, catching him hard in the shoulder. The force made him stumble a step to the side, his

  • The new worlder   Friends?

    "Nope, that’s true," I said, my voice shaking so hard my teeth practically rattled. I tried to steady myself, giving a weak, shaky shrug. "But you’re here. Maybe... maybe I'm just here to save you?" His head tilted sharply to the side, that same unnatural, bird-like snap he’d made the first time we met. "Save... me?" he asked, sounding genuinely perplexed. "Honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing here," I admitted, the truth spilling out because I was too terrified to lie. "I can't fight you. You’re... you're overpowered. Totally overqualified for this." He seemed to relax a fraction, his chest puffing out slightly at the unintended compliment. "Thank you..." he said, sounding a bit uncertain, as if he didn't get complimented often during massacres. "Why are you doing this, if I may ask?"He stood in silence for a long moment, the wind whistling through the broken glass around us. "To kill you," he said finally, as i

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