Regressor's Tale Of Cultivation Manhwa の小説・ストーリー

Qin Haodong said: "After you become a ghost slave, the ghosts on your body have been cleaned up by me, but that ability has been left for you. Not only do you have the cultivation possessing by the masters of Nei Jin, but you will be faster than ordinary people in the future to develop your cultivation. It will not take a long time to reach the realm of supreme power." "That is to say, I am a master now?" "Absolutely a master, much more powerful than me." Qin Haodong said. "Great, it's very great! Dr. Qin, Big Brother Qin, thank you, you are my great benefactor!" Qi Yuer was ecstatic, jumped up and hugged Qin Haodong, but forgetting that the bed sheet on her body had already slipped to the g

Pressed my sweaty palms against my thighs where nobody could see them and smiled like a person who was completely composed. I was losing my shit in real time. "Ms. Quinlan." The silver haired woman leaned forward warmly. "Your piece made quite an impression on our panel." "Thank you," I said. My voice came out steady. I was genuinely surprised. "We have a few questions before we finalise our decision." The woman in the blazer laced her fingers together on the table, her eyes on mine, direct and unhurried. "Your piece is called the Phoenix. Tell us what inspired it."

Sophia replied, her voice clipped, a sharp blade in the dark. As Zero slammed the Enter key, Sophia felt the red mole at the corner of her eye ignite as if pierced by a red-hot iron. A torrent of chaotic, freezing code flooded her mind, a digital blizzard of memories and malice. It was the "Shadow"—the spectral grudge from her past life, weaponized by the algorithm—making its final, desperate struggle to overwrite her soul before the connection severed.

Back then, we had lamented that we could have stayed there instead had we not booked the hotel. So, I hurriedly suggested that we shouldn't rush to book anything yet. We could check out the area first. Then, I casually "discovered" the retreat. Sure enough, everyone preferred staying there, and we successfully avoided going to the old hotel from our previous life. This was Lionel's first time in a place like this, and he looked like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion. Seeing his simple-minded and somewhat foolish excitement made my heart swell with emotion. Lionel was my best friend. In my previous life, I woke from dreams filled with regret on countless nights. I regretted bringing

Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mocked by the lords. Gabriel. The "Scourge of the Borderlands." He was dressed in scarred, dark leather. His hair was a messy raven black, and a jagged scar ran across his jawline. He was a Rogue Alpha—a man whose pack was made of orphans, exiles, and the broken. When we were announced as mates, I walked quietly and stood by his side. And, when I heard people laughing, I simply held his hands affectionately. Only then did he turn to look at me, shocked by my actions. But then his grip on my hands tightened, and a small curve on the corner of his lips appeared.

Whenever I felt unwell or needed someone by my side, I always ended up getting through it alone. Now, Zack's actions made me realize that only the incapable ones would keep complaining. Those with real talent could handle all the work and still take care of their mate. After the meeting, Zack received high praise from the alliance chairman. When I saw sincere respect in everyone's eyes, I finally felt like I had made the right choice. I finally found the true Alpha for our pack. When I was getting up, a sudden wave of dizziness hit me. I collapsed. "Carla!"