MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight - Chapter 666 Willow Bank, Xiaofeng and Waning Moon (47)

“The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you.”

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?!

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A tyrant, known to be the city’s infamous playboy.

As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most.

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes.

She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm.

All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

After awakening a low talent compared to the kids his age, Kyle was ridiculed and looked down upon by others.

That's why he stopped working hard. He knew the world which was filled with danger only followed the strong but there was nothing he could do.

“What's the point of working so hard when my potential is low?“

One day his brother suggested him to give the Royal Academy test just so Kyle could gain some experience.

Kyle was stunned, not believing that his brother was asking him to take the test!!

He knew there was no way a person who didn't even work hard after awakening his talent would be able to pass the test of one of the biggest Academy in the Kingdom.

Nevertheless even after knowing he would never be able to pass the test, Kyle decided to give it a go only for his family.

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In a parallel world filled with pet beasts, people tame, train, evolve, and trade beasts.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…