Game in Marvel - Chapter 105

Sean: Hello, I look up to you like a torrent of river water, uh, can I shake your hand?

One day, he shook hands with Sean suspiciously.

Sean turned around and laughed wildly in his heart: Hehe, the top knight talent is in hand.

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“Some connections are written long before two hearts ever meet.”Arjun never believed in fate, just another lost soul buried in the noise of textbooks and deadlines.Ayesha was a quiet storm, hiding a fragile heart behind glowing smiles and disappearing messages.They were just two strangers, separated by borders, bound by pixels on a screen.But what starts as casual texts in the dead of night slowly turns into something neither of them can explain.A bond stitched through unseen heartbeats.A love whispered through endless silences.But every heartbeat carries secrets... and some secrets are too heavy to cross the distance.When time begins slipping through Ayesha's fingers, Arjun finds himself caught between holding on or letting go.Will their hearts find each other in the silence or will destiny write their last message before they ever meet?

He has returned to the past. And this time he will live up to his role as a young master, which he lost in the past.

He will use all the resources of his family to his advantage. He will cheat the world itself.

This is a harem and intrigue story, where he will get what he wants, he will build his own super hidden power and he will protect his loved one's this time.

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The character's sheet... If you got lost. Be careful though, it is full of spoilers

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1P_mYCR3G-WOPiRvJBj1v6g5mlQXOtyJuivGdfWou38U

P.S.

- I may be editing this novel continuously and some times will need to change some details to accommodate later chapters.

- I am publishing this on RR and WN, but the first release is always here.

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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.