I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy - Chapter 50

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

A cataclysmic threat looms over all realms in existence, unnoticed by any.The Enigma Race, the harbingers of ruin, corrupts everything in their path, harvesting countless souls for their enigmatic Lord, posing a dire threat to all living beings. No realm is safe.While confronting invading forces from a foreign multiverse, Elias is cast out of his space-time continuum and into the chaotic depths of the Temporal Vortex, a location that has spelled the doom of many, due to a catastrophic accident.To survive, the once supreme Quantum Seeker, now weakened by a cunning invader, musters all his remaining might and, against all odds, transcends the Vortex, losing his body in the process. His consciousness drifted into the miraculous Mystic Multiverse, located in a different space-time continuum. Now, determined to return and save the ones he left behind, Elias vows to reclaim his lost strength.But as time passed, Elias discovered that the new realm isn’t as simple as he initially thought…

Have you heard stories of love, love that would never waver for years, decades, centuries or even millenniums to come?But can you really call it love?To keep loving someone forever and ever can't be anything less than crazy, can it?This is one such story.A story of a crazy love.And it's also a story of ...Someone somewhere who wished to be saved.Someone somewhere who wished to be free.Someone somewhere who wished to be able to someday make a wish.It's a story that was supposed to be a fairytale but it turned too ugly, too twisted, and far too wretched to be called one.

To pass as an imperial concubine, one must be professional.

Actually, the profession of an imperial concubine is pretty good. The emperor will accompany you in eating and drinking, and even pay you for it. What’s not good about that?