Of course, it was a natural story; Zion Laurel’s world revolved around Zion Laurel.
That remained true even after he realized he was not a hero bringing down dragons but a toy tossed to the dragons.
Zion, born and raised as Laurel Zion, was a boy with lofty pride, and that towering self-esteem remained unbroken even within the prison walls.
No, it couldn’t break. That was the last thread Zion Laurel left for Zion Laurel.
But the cruel world even took away that last thread.
It all started with the disappearance of a girl.
“She came looking for Ibi?”
Five years ago, Mrs. Marso muttered with a broken voice in the modest two-story house.
She didn’t recognize Zion. It was natural; they were strangers.
However, due to the memories left by that man, Zion felt familiar, as if he had known Mrs. Marso for years.
So he could read the seriousness on her face.
“Ibi is not here.”
It was inevitable to know that the following words were true.
“She left, leaving a letter. She said she’s going to find the gentleman we used to live with…”
It felt like the world stopped.
The words that Ibi was gone made all his senses distant, and his dull mind slowly understood. Everything had gone wrong.
Afterward, Zion went madly searching for Ibi.
What should I do?
What if things go wrong?
What if I can’t find her like this?
Zion, overwhelmed by fear, wandered wherever he could.
Yet, in a corner of his mind, he thought absentmindedly.
I don’t know Ibi.
I haven’t met her yet, and I haven’t built any connection with her.
Why is she occupying my mind like this? Is this really mine, or is it another illusion deceiving me?
Why am I so desperate when you’re still nothing?
Why am I afraid that I won’t be able to meet you?
Why do I have to suffer in this despair?
The questions were endless, but Zion couldn’t stop and continued to search for Ibi.
Perhaps that was the moment.
The moment when Zion Laurel’s world shifted its focus from himself to a girl he had never met.
In that way, he roamed the entire BIS for three years alone.
As he became increasingly exhausted, he unexpectedly received news.
The painful news that the incarnation of Manyanya had appeared in Tienda.
At that time, Zion felt deep relief and distant despair.
While sweeping away the chest at the thought that you were alive, he bit his lips at the fact that he would eventually be taken away to the tower.
The figure of Ibi he was looking for had changed from a cute girl to a cold woman.
In conflict with the new situation, Zion decided to entrust Ibi to the tower. Until he could gather the strength to demolish the tower.
Thus, for another two years, Zion endured the world that revolved around Ibi.
When Zion finally met Ibi on the day of the selection of the saint, he couldn’t help but feel nervous.
For several years, or rather, for a much longer period, he meets the one who has dominated his world for the first time.
Zion, prepared for many things, went to the banquet where Ibi was.
There, Ibi, whom he finally found, was smiling so lovely as if it were a lie.
There was an unfamiliar figure in his memories.
So, as he stared endlessly, Ibi approached him and said this.
“You don’t have a buzz cut as you look!”
The first words of the woman Zion Laurel had searched desperately for five years, admonishing him for not having a buzz cut, brought an intense sense of defeat, or rather, just two months ago.
Suddenly remembering that time, Zion, seeing Ibi sleeping in his arms, was grappling with another perplexity.
In the early dawn echoing with the monotonous sound of rain, in a secluded cabin in a forest with a thick scent of grass.
Ibi, who was sound asleep in the blanket, was wearing Zion’s shirt.
So Zion, waking up first as if it were a crime, tried to interpret this situation amidst confusion and fear.
Why is it not a dream?
Why is Ibi sleeping next to me?
Whether knowing Zion’s feelings, already turned to stone, or not, the sleeping Ibi in his arms leaned her cheek against Zion’s arm as if seeking comfort.
Zion’s pupils wavered dangerously at this destructive behavior.
Why did it turn out like this?
It sounds very pathetic and cowardly, but it wasn’t intentional, swearing to the sky.
Just yesterday morning, there was no sign that such a thing would happen.
“Teacher, this is correct!”
“The process is wrong.”
“But the answer is right.”
“If the process is wrong, and the calculation is also wrong, accidentally getting it right is not the correct answer.”
“Isn’t that even more impressive!?”
At that time, Zion was doing the job of a teacher after a very long time.
It was the day after the ruin of the arena and three days had passed.
Zion, a teacher who carefully examined not only the correct answers but also the process, gave more challenging problems to the guy who answered by luck. Moreover, he also gave more difficult problems to the guy who answered correctly according to the textbook, leaving all the young souls behind in the exam.
It was an unusually peaceful day.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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