You guys are not serious at all. This book has over 1200 chapters and you are just at chapter 565 and you are releasing it at a chapter of 1 week per chapter dat means we have over 600 weeks before the book is done translating. Dats a rip off.
Another story in the vein of MC who doesn't cultivate normally but is still strong as heck. At this point he levels up using game-mechanics but somehow that makes him have some sword superpower that's not clearly defined. That said, I do like the ghosts aspect and hope there is more of this. There's also a bit of lewd humor underneath that's a nice touch.
I was originally going to be brief, but this god damn 140 character requirement. Anyhow, thank you all for reading. I sincerely hope you enjoy as I, the author, and you, the reader, traverse this path.
Now Brenjulf was alone amongst a mass of Åscatorian bodies. His own men were behind him but unable to help. Another blow on his shield. He heard the wood crack and understood that it would not sustain much more punishment. He could do nothing. He was helpless at the mercy of an impossible situation. Another blow came and the shield fell apart from his arm. Now he was lying on the floor with his arm raised, but with nothing to protect him anymore. This was it. He was dead. With him dead, the entire army would fall back. Ørkady's fate was sealed. Brenjulf closed his eyes and awaited the final strike. He heard the enemy warrior cackle as he prepared for the kill.
"I want to. I really want to. But, confessing to her and sacrificing our friendship? As much as I don't like you to like her, I prefer this way. I don't want it to become awkward between us. After I confess to her and she rejects me, she will keep her distance from me and it means more time for the both of you, which I hate it to my bones. Or, do you want me to confess? What if she likes me back?" Hwang Jaejin smirked mockingly.
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