Epoch of Twilight - Chapter 69: Enchanted Worm

The waves ripple around me,calling me in a whisper,Into the deepest part of the ocean.As I walk on the soft sand,the water sweeps over my feet,surrounding where I stand,giving me the sweetest sensation.Oh ocean,why do I feel so attracted to you?Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers?As it causes cold shivers down my spine.I could hear your gentle lullaby,It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honestJust like a refined diamond.Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper?Caressing waves upon the shore,Once again you beckon me.Why do you show yourself at my doorstep?Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go?Why do you call me so desperately?I want to know, cause when the sea calls?Who will answer?

“My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him.”Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:☽ That night wasn't an accident☽ Her “defect” is actually a rare gift☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim herToo bad she's done being owned.***Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.“You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?” His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. “You. Are. Mine.”A hot palm slid up my thigh. “No one else will ever touch you.”“You had ten years to claim me, Alpha.” I bared my teeth in a smile. “Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away.”

Shen Long held a Myriad Beasts Tower, and the Spirit Beasts he reared became increasingly formidable—The Fire Rock Beast transformed into the Fire QilinThe Gold-Winged Windroc into the Thunder RocThe Green-Eyed Spirit Fox into the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox…Years later.Do you know what Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race is?!

“Failed writer. Failed hunter. Failed at life.”Aiden Jus had heard it all before. At twenty-eight, he was a walking reminder of what happened when you failed your mana awakening and spent thirteen years chasing a dream that would never come true. No powers. No future. Just a cramped flat in the UK and a lifetime of rejection letters from publishers who never bothered to read past the first page.But the day Aiden decided to give up on writing—the day he was ready to finally accept a soul-crushing desk job at an editing firm—everything changed.*[You have been chosen by Nabu, God of Literacy and Scribes]**[Skill Acquired: Narrative Embodiment (Divine-Rank)]*The ancient Mesopotamian deity offered Aiden something unprecedented: the power to physically enter any story he writes and gain real abilities from the fictional worlds he creates.*[You have mastered Celestial Blade Art - Skill permanently acquired]**[You have learned Tier-9 Spell: Void Severance - Spell permanently acquired]*Every sword technique mastered, every spell learned, every power gained inside his stories becomes permanently his in the real world. But so does every death trap, overpowered villain, and narrative cruelty he carelessly wrote in moments of frustration.Suddenly, Aiden isn't just a failed writer anymore. While other awakened humans rely on mana cores and dungeon raids, Aiden's strength comes from the worlds born from his imagination—a power that operates outside the traditional hunter system entirely.As rival gods compete for powerful human contractors and ancient ruins promise unimaginable treasures, Aiden must survive the deadly fictional universes he created while building his reputation in a society that once dismissed him as worthless.**From the typewriter to the battlefield, Aiden Jus will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword—as long as you're willing to live through every word you write.**