MTL - The Secret of the Seal - Chapter 87 Flying clouds!

CONTENT WARNING:/This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./She was born to lie.He was born to enjoy it.Vivienne was raised by thieves.Seduction was her weapon.Stealing was survival.Lying? Second nature.Trust? Never an option.Now her debtors want one final job: sneak into the home of a reclusive duke, pose as his maid, and steal a golden horse worth a fortune.They promised her freedom—if she hands it over.But Vivienne isn’t handing over anything.She’s stealing the treasure, scamming the bastards who raised her, and disappearing into the wind.Simple plan.Until she meets Duke André.He’s not sick.Well—maybe a little in the head. And definitely bored.But dangerous? Oh, yes.Handsome? Unfortunately.Unbothered by her lies? Very.Every time she lies—he smirks.Every time she plots—he leans closer.And every time he touches her… she loses a little more control.He’s strange.He’s dangerous.And he’s onto her.But Vivienne’s not the type to fall.She’s the type to steal your gold—and leave you gasping.Unless, of course…He steals her first.

Magic. It is a product of neither legends nor fairy tales, but instead has become a technology of reality since a time unknown to people. Supernatural power became a technology systematized through magic, while magic became a technical skill. A “Supernatural Power User” became a “Magic Technician”. Magic Technicians (in short, Magicians) are nurtured through Magic High Schools and Universities. This is a story about: A defective elder brother and low achiever. A perfect, flawless younger sister and high achiever. After both siblings entered a Magic High School, The stage of daily turbulence was unveiled —.

[Warning: The title might be named this way, but we’re actually NOT on hiatus.]I’m a third-rate writer, Yu Il-Shin.So don’t think that I’m actually a god; it’s just a name.One day, I experienced the much-anticipated awakening, but my newfound skill was… kinda weird?…In the small world connected through my mobile phone where the little, weak ants were getting killed regarded me as their god?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.