A Warm Wedding and A New Bride of Young Master Lu - Chapter 965 - Su Jian’an Slandered Mu Sijue

She died...virgin. [WARNING: EXPLICIT, MATURE CONTENT 18+]Cause of Death:Her overactive imagination and poor lifestyle. Binge-watched porn, dramas, and anime. Excessive indulgence in books, manga, Webtoon, WebComics, and Webnovels. Too much laziness and lack of sleep. Dehydration and an unreasonable amount of junk food.She never felt belonged in that world. Out of a sudden, she found herself alive in another person's body.So then she started leaping from one world to another, fulfilling the wishes of her new roles. Whether it would be salvation or retribution, she couldn't care less. Well, as long as it is interesting, why not try?***World After WorldsCONTENTS1st World: Brightest Star2nd World: Hara (queen)3rd World: Miss Officer4th World: Azkin's Curse5th World: Honey Trap***Ran: “Please note that this book has not undergone editing and proofreading. This may contain errors in grammar, spelling, or punctuation. Reader discretion is advised. Kindly keep in mind that this content has not been reviewed or revised to meet the author's usual standards. If you are sensitive to such material or find it difficult to read, I suggest waiting until the edited version is released. Unfortunately, I do not have an exact date for the release of the edited version at this time.”***This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.2021, Ran Barbasa.Image not owned. From Pinterest.(This is my first English novel. English is my second language. Please go easy on me!)

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.

Everything in this world is under the power of laws. Abided by the law of Heavens and kept everything in an order. But, there are some exceptional cases where destinies are written like a vacant book. No order, no rules; everything is designed from choices we made and make. More like a chess and chess board. Here, this is the story where the destiny keep playing like a chess and the events like chess pieces and moves. The more you go, the more you be enlighten. The less you go, the less complexity will be.When story begins there will be choices and the choices are hidden but driven by the events, slowly leads to the destiny. 'Kiaria' a character who becomes route and initiator of destiny. Let us see where this destiny guides to.The story is not written in a character POV, instead in a witness style. You can feel everything happens right in front of you.Authors Note:Published in other platformshttps://jadescrolls.com/novel/era-of-destinyhttps://www.royalroad.com/fiction/134942/era-of-destiny

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”