The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor - (5) Volume 1 Chapter 5 — The Girl Who Lost Words

I am the only person free from the control of the Status Window.

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Just a word from me, and my status window is gone.

To be more precise, an error occurred when I took over the possession of the body.

“Ah, why didn’t the dragon drop a single artifact?”

Thanks to this, I am gradually distanced from humanity.

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

A world from another dimension suddenly appeared in the Milky Way galaxy and collided with the earth. A spatial collapse occurred, which allowed the monsters crossing over from the other side to invade various countries, and the earth fell into great calamity.

The military was powerless against the invasion because modern weapons didn't work against monsters from another world. Under the desperate situation, a god-like figure appeared and bestowed blessings upon the humans to awaken their power. From then on, the earth regained its hope, and these extraordinary people were called Realizers.

Tenku Okuihara is a five-year-old boy who dreams of becoming a Realizer to protect the world and his family. But an incident changed his life goal from a hero to a grim reaper.

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.