Immortal Mythos: Bound by Void - Chapter 45 - 61: Under the Starry Sky

After midnight, you’re not allowed to enter the bathroom.

At exactly 2 am, there was a knock on the door.

A woman with disheveled hair and a bony figure always had her back turned to me.

Encountering strange events? Luckily, I can rewind!

This is a story of a reborn individual who navigates a world invaded by strangeness, carefully taking

- Description from Novelupdates

Fate weaves its tapestry in shadows and light, guiding our steps through the dance of destiny.“Ace of Fate” is an action, romance, and fantasy novel that follows Felix and Miku Yotsuba, both of whom struggle to comprehend human emotions. Miku is a cold-hearted woman, while Felix is a childish man, and both have lost someone dear to them.Felix is a solitary man living away from society. When he meets Miku, his life begins to change dramatically. As their relationship develops, both characters slowly discover and explore human emotions. The story unfolds, taking readers on a journey of self-discovery, redemption, and the unpredictable nature of fate. With its compelling blend of intrigue and personal struggle, the novel boasts rich lore and plenty of action.In the world they inhabit, people possess a unique energy in their soul called Zor energy, which is not elemental magic but a completely new power system.

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.