Global Job Change: Starting With The Hidden Job, Lord Of The Death - Chapter 540 - : Killing the Fusion Dark-Headed Giant

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings.One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant.But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together.In the world of the comic:Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. “Husband...” He pouted, “Why don't you kiss me today?”Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. “Please don't come close to me...” He said tersely.Meanwhile, in another world:Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. “Darling, are you mad at me?” Alaric asked affectionately. “It's okay, you're still cute.” He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. “But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them.”Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. “Father, Daddy!” they exclaimed.Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. “Whose children do you say they are....?”

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.