So… Sunny had robbed someone.
Again.
It was becoming a bad habit already.
He blamed the damned Bird, but there were other reasons too.
His stunt with shadowing his corrupted self left a few deep marks on his mind — marks that were yet to heal completely even a month after the fateful battle.
Well, that fucker Gunlaug deserved it anyway, so he wasn’t in a particularly bad mood about it.
And he got a very handsome loot too!
Not only did he rob the bastard of all of his treasury: more than two thousand soul shards, some of them of the Ascended Rank; some nice weapons that neither the Bright Lord nor Sunny himself really had a use for; a few precious knick-knacks; and alcohol.
Lots and lots of alcohol.
Wine, beer and even some stronger things like brandy or vodka.
All of the highest quality that a person could put his hands on here.
There were better things in the Waking World, of course, but even by modern standards, Gunlaug’s collection was pretty exquisite.
And so he robbed him clean.
Right in front of the idiot’s face.
Several times at that!
While Sunny chilled in one of the empty rooms in the Castle, his shadows were running around cleaning up all of the Bright Lord’s valuable possessions.
But not only did he rob him — he, in what was already becoming an amusing habit, also framed other people for it.
At first he wanted to blame it on Caster again, but then decided against it.
The Legacy would inevitably figure that out, as there was zero chance that a second prank happening the same night he came to the City was accidental.
Especially having Sunny’s abilities in mind.
Sunny was already taking risks doing his Grand Heist on the night of his arrival, but… Did he really care?
What would a bunch of arrogant weak-ass Sleepers even do to him?
And they had no evidence anyway.
Speaking of evidence, by the way — he left a lot of it.
He decided to shift the blame this time onto Tessai, or to be more precise, onto his guards.
He thought of some of the most despicable bastards he’d met during his time on the Shore, picked out the group most likely to be blamed for something like this, and then planted some evidence in their rooms: a bunch of shards, drinks, and some weapons too.
He didn’t even need to think of a way to create more incriminating scenes, as some morons even got drunk after they stumbled on unexpected gifts in their rooms.
So the Castle was going to be loud for a week or two.
There would probably be a clean-up in the ranks of the guards, or maybe among some of his other lieutenants.
So, by doing his heist, Sunny killed two birds with one stone.
And he was planning to continue to bring discord into Gunlaug’s army.
However, his wounded mind and general dislike of the Bright Lord and his cronies weren’t the only reasons for him to suddenly go and clean the bastard dry on their first night at the Dark City.
The main reason was… Saint.
Yeah, his cute taciturn knight.
Or to be more precise — his inability to just go and turn her into his Shadow for now — as he had only two Cores and already possessed two Shadows.
He needed to unlock his Demon Core as soon as possible.
Not only was he impatient to be reunited with his oldest Shadow, comrade and friend, but his newly upgraded intuition was screaming at him too — ‘something would go very wrong and soon’.
So he needed to get stronger and fast.
He even started to consider the possibility of becoming a Master after he got Saint back, but he wasn’t sure.
Not only would it dampen the speed with which he would receive fragments even more — something he was more or less okay with, as his Ascended Will combined with the [Voice of Reason] would probably let him use the [Shapeless Thief] from time to time with no severe effects, and the bonus fragments it provided were far more than he would lose, after all.
The main reason for his indecision was different — he wasn’t sure what would happen once he Ascended.
There was a chance that he might be pushed out of the Dream Realm back to the Waking World, and thus leave all of his friends and more than a thousand Sleepers to die.
And as he wasn’t bound to any Gateway, he would have no way to come back here.
He wasn’t completely sure of that, of course, but even the smallest possibility crossed that entire idea off the table.
So he was in a predicament the whole way to the Dark City.
The first, most logical idea he got was weaving, of course.
Now that he was an Awakened, he could see a spellweave of memories much better than before and had more precise control over his essence.
That wasn’t an easy endeavor at all, however.
Even though his Shadow Lineage gave him more potent Shadow Essence and better control over it, as he became partially a Shadow himself, it wasn’t nearly on the level that Blood Weave had provided in his previous life.
To shape his essence into strings he had to use his nascent Will, and as it was still too weak and inefficient, those strings were unstable and most of the time dissipated back into essence again.
He could weave Memories, though.
It was a very long and difficult process, but he could still do it.
The problem was — he could only manage to create Awakened ones at most.
And it was basically useless to him right now.
Well, it had its uses, of course, as he’d managed to make a lot of simple Awakened Memories in the few weeks after the battle with the Tyrant that would serve as snacks for Saint to raise her to Ascended Rank.
But that was its only upside for now.
So overall he still needed faster and more or less safe ways to get stronger.
At the moment of their arrival at the abandoned house in the City, he was missing almost one and a half thousand fragments to unlock his Demon Core.
And well, he had one way to fix it, of course…
So right after they had reached the City, Sunny decided that it was a good time to go fishing while the girls were sleeping.
So he ran to the eastern city walls, summoned his freshly created luminous Memory and a massive chunk of raw meat from his bed’s compartment, and dropped them both into the sea, activating the Memory’s enchantment.
The black smoke materialized over his hand as he waited for the abominations to arrive for his bait.
The Awakened ones appeared almost immediately, sinking their teeth in and chasing the light of the drowning Memory into the depths.
He wasn’t interested in them, however.
He was after a truly big fish tonight.
A few minutes went by.
He heard the Spell’s notification of the nameless Memory being destroyed at last.
He wasn’t upset, though, as he could finally feel his prey arriving.
It was the same kind of Nightmare Creature he’d met on his first day on the Forgotten Shore in his previous life — the one that looked like a shark and was ultimately torn apart by the other, more powerful abomination.
It was a Corrupted Demon.
He had believed it was a Monster before, but it seemed that last time, one of its Cores had also been torn off along with the second half of its body.
Black smoke solidified itself into the shape of the [Heaven’s Promise] as it fell into Sunny’s waiting hand.
The [Thief’s Instinct] immediately started to pollute his poor mind with its greedy madness, but he ignored it for now.
Sunny smiled in reminiscence.
He loved that weapon.
It reminded him of a lot of things.
Of his previous life, mostly, of course: of that little crazy family the three of them had.
Rain’s face flashed through his mind.
The kid that she was before they were separated.
The bratty schoolgirl he met after coming back from the Shore.
And the stoic but still somewhat bratty Saint she had grown into.
How far she had gone…
He remembered another face, as his heart squeezed painfully.
Her face… He remembered all the crazy things they’d done, all the unwinnable battles they’d won or escaped from.
The war on the Sovereigns.
The aftermath.
Asterion’s rise and what came after their loss.
Some other… things.
Everything they had built together flashed through his mind.
And other… things they could have had, too.
He swallowed the bile and exhaled, shaking the memories away.
It wasn’t the time to indulge in reminiscence.
After all, it reminded him that they were alive and well.
Not touched by the torture of those mad years.
And he would do everything in his power to make sure it would never happen again.
‘She is probably doing some crazy things right now, too…’ he chuckled, as his thought took a final turn in that direction and cleared his mind of it again.
He shifted his gaze to the beautiful spear and traveled his left hand along its shaft toward the spearhead.
It was the most intricate Memory he had ever made.
His masterpiece.
His pride.
The last time he’d summoned it, two months ago, he’d had no time to enjoy wielding it again — to imprint its familiar beauty into his mind, to feel its weight, to show its true destructive potential.
He’d been a weakling Sleeper in a dire situation back then, after all.
He was still a weakling, but not that much anymore.
He directed his essence toward the spear — far more than the last time, but still not everything he had — as elaborate vine engravings started to shine over its twisting shaft.
Sunny looked at the sea, a grin spreading over his face.
He inhaled deeply and aimed, taking one step forward.
And then he finally threw it at the approaching Demon.
Tonight he decided to go a bit overboard.
He activated the [Price for Freedom] enchantment as the spear was just halfway through and still had a lot of distance to cover in its flight.
This time, though, the effect was a tad bit different.
At first everything was similar — the spear started to consume all the air in the vicinity like the first time, but on a far larger scale.
But then the differences began.
The water started to dissolve into droplets, but those droplets grew bigger and bigger with each passing moment until they fully transformed into thin streamlets and then into fairly large streams that traveled upward, meeting the spear in its destructive flight.
The [Heaven’s Promise] consumed them too.
Then the spear itself started to change.
Its glow intensified, its already twisted shaft started to turn even more, twisting the spearhead along with it.
The space started to shift, being consumed by the greedy spear too, spiraling around its tip like it was being sucked into a funnel.
The spear elongated, and the distance shrank.
As the tip of the spear touched the water, the true effect of the enchantment finally began its work.
The fabric of the space thinned around it and twisted, twisted and twisted again.
The distance lost its meaning.
The objects and beings in front of the [Heaven’s Promise] lost all meaning.
Logic lost all meaning too, as the spear tore the space around it, consumed some of it, some shifted aside, elongating the distance past it, some shrank in front of it.
And then it started to burn — like a piece of the Sun.
The [Heaven’s Promise] was a Supreme Memory of the Seventh Tier.
It also had just three enchantments — meaning that each of them was much stronger than usual.
The [Gate of Paradise] enchantment protected the spear’s user from any damage that could befall them, consuming it altogether and also empowering the spear in the process.
It was also the enchantment that protected the user from the spear itself — so he wasn’t that crazy, giving such a dangerous weapon to Rain.
The [Safe Way Home] enchantment was something he’d stolen from the little luck charm Luster had, and improved a bit.
It generally did just that — increased the wielder’s luck and chances to return home alive.
What good it did for Rain, though… He shook his head, throwing the bad thoughts away.
The [Price for Freedom] was still the most powerful and intricate enchantment of all.
It was connected to four Supreme Soul Shards, after all.
It took almost a year to finish, and it was one hell of a task.
But the end result was simultaneously beautiful and terrifying.
And so…
Every Awakened or Fallen Nightmare Creature that was unlucky enough to be within the greedy spear’s reach fell into its embrace instantly, no matter if they were just in front of it or a kilometer away — the distance had no meaning to it, after all.
The Corrupted Demon was simply torn apart and consumed without leaving even a single drop of blood.
The Spell’s voice reached Sunny’s ears, quickly listing all his kills and spoils.
And then… everything it consumed — or most of it, at least — it gave back in just an instant.
The space twisted again around the [Heaven’s Promise], outwards this time, and expanded several times in a moment.
And then the heat escalated to its limit.
Water boiled and vaporized.
The spear shot forward, obliterating anything in its way, either by the constant shifts and twists of space or by radiating unimaginable heat.
As it flew, the cycle continued: tear apart, consume, give back, blast.
And so, guided by the [Covetous Eye], it flew around the Dark Sea, hunting down anything it deemed tasty enough.
The thing also grew in power with each passing second, so it consumed more and more, and each explosion of its rage grew stronger too.
And as his Will was nowhere near strong enough to control it, he had to dismiss it after a minute or so of [Heaven’s Promise]’s mad escapade through the reaches of the Dark Sea, before it turned into a complete disaster.
He exhaled slowly with a happy grin on his face.
That was quite a sight.
And quite a feeling.
He missed it.
Missed the days he’d racked his brain figuring out the perfect weave while making it.
Missed testing it.
He also missed Rain’s reactions each and every time she summoned it.
And her reaction when he’d given it to her on her birthday had been quite cute and heartwarming too.
Sunny closed his eyes for a second, composing his raging mind.
The pull of the Thieving Bird’s Hunger became stronger, and this time he’d decided not to resist it.
He already knew what his next destination for the night would be… But for now, he decided to just check his runes.
Name: Sunless.
True Name: Lost from Light.
Rank: Awakened.
Class: Monster.
Shadow Core: Awakened.
Shadow Fragments: [1647/2000].
So he’d gained more than a thousand fragments in a single hunt, huh.
The [Grave Robber] was incredible, really.
The higher the Rank of the creature he slew was, the more fragments he would get from a single Core.
And the number of Cores also influenced the gains, but in a surprisingly non-linear way… The Awakened creatures didn’t give much, but starting with Fallen, the difference was like day and night.
He believed that of the fragments he’d received, six hundred or so were from slaying the Corrupted Demon alone.
He had, of course, no way to figure that out, as he still had no idea how it worked on a deeper level.
He also received a few Memories.
Sadly, none from killing the shark.
Most were Awakened junk to feed Saint and Nightmare with, but there were two useful ones.
First came the Ascended Weapon of the Fourth Tier — [Forgotten Repentance].
It was a long tachi with an intricately cut guard, and steel that gradually changed its color from black to crimson towards its edge.
It was an interesting Memory, and also the one he would be using as his main one for the near future.
It had four enchantments overall, and all of them were pretty useful ones.
Memory Enchantments: [Unbroken Vow], [Burning Grudge], [Where You Are Not], [Old Scars Remember].
Memory Description: “This blade was forged by someone who no longer remembered what they had been trying to atone for — only that the debt remained unpaid, and likely always would. Its spine holds the black of every night spent awake rehearsing apologies that were never given. Its edge holds the crimson of what was done instead, once waiting stopped being something the wielder could afford. Between the two, there is no clean boundary — only a slow bleeding of one color into the other, the way grief bleeds into something sharper when it runs out of places to go. It does not ask to be forgiven. It stopped expecting that a long time ago. It asks only to be carried toward whatever still owes a debt of its own — and it has a long memory for debts.”
‘Huh… the Spell likes its symbolism,’ he murmured after reading the description, and shook his head, concentrating on the enchantments.
All of those were pretty simple ones, so he had no particular trouble deciphering them.
[Unbroken Vow] Enchantment Description: “A vow spoken in grief is harder to break than one spoken in hope — hope can be disappointed, but grief has nowhere left to fall. This steel was folded under that weight and quenched in something that tasted like surrender, and still it held. It will not crack. It will not dull. And should its wielder carry a will folded from the same material — one that has already survived being broken and chose, afterward, not to be broken again — the blade recognizes that, and lends its own unyielding nature to theirs.”
So basically it meant that this sword was unbreakable.
He wasn’t sure about that, of course, as it was only an Ascended Memory, but at the very least it meant that it was very hard to break.
And also… Sunny chuckled.
The Memory could recognize other Unbroken wills and, if that was the case, would lend the wielder its strength while growing stronger itself.
The perfect Memory for a spiteful, crazy shadow, indeed.
[Burning Grudge] Enchantment Description: “Vengeance does not have one temperature. Sometimes it arrives all at once, white-hot, wanting to be felt immediately by everyone involved — including the one holding the blade. Other times it settles in for the long wait, content to grow colder rather than weaker with each passing year, until the moment finally comes and it turns out the cold kind never really left. This blade can carry either. It does not decide which. That choice belongs to whoever is holding it, and to whatever they’ve decided this particular debt deserves.”
This one was pretty simple too; it could either set itself ablaze or do exactly the opposite — turn into a source of all-encompassing cold.
Both of the effects would also spread and slowly consume the opponent.
It was simple, but pretty useful.
[Where You Are Not] Enchantment Description: “The world has a small, persistent habit of looking just slightly to the side of where things actually are — close enough to seem right, far enough to matter. This blade does not make its wielder invisible. It simply ensures that whatever is hunting them keeps finding the place they stood a half-second ago, rather than where they are now. It isn’t much. But on a battlefield, half a second is usually the only mercy anyone gets — and the only one this blade’s wielder has ever needed.”
This one was wicked.
Basically, it made it almost impossible to hit the wielder from afar, as it made their silhouette blurry and twitching through space.
It also gave a very noticeable advantage in close combat too, as it wasn’t easy to calculate where to hit if you couldn’t fully identify your opponent’s size, speed, and position altogether.
[Old Scars Remember] Enchantment Description: “Some things wear faces they were never given — borrowed, stolen, or grown specifically to be believed. Eyes are easy to fool this way. Scars are not. This blade does not care what something looks like, what voice it answers to, or what kindness it pretends to offer. It only cares what waits underneath — elemental, monster, or person wearing either like a coat that fits a little too well. Against all three, the edge does not soften, and it does not forget.”
Well… It was an interesting one too, but… Basically, it gave additional damage to elemental creatures for some reason — not necessarily corrupted ones — to Nightmares, of course, and to particularly vile human beings too.
He could understand the last two, but what did elementals ever do to the poor bastard who forged this blade?
Maybe he’d met an elemental version of a particularly Vile Thieving Bitch… Sunny shivered.
Better not to think about it.
Sunny shifted his focus to his other Memory.
It was useful, but not that much, to be honest.
It was an Ascended Memory of the Second Tier — [Pariah’s Whisper] — and it had only one enchantment, which functioned basically like [Dying Wish], minus the part that empowered the wielder’s allies.
As he dismissed his runes and turned away to leave the walls, he met the eyes of a person standing just a hundred meters away from him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
At first he’d been too engrossed in his ‘fishing’ to notice the approaching human figure, but then he decided to just have fun and give her a good show.
She’d been standing in one spot, unmoving, for the last couple of minutes.
So, long story short, that was how he met Effie for the first time in this life.
“Hey!” He waved his hand enthusiastically, bringing the huntress out of her stupor as he approached.
The tall woman took an involuntary step back.
“Are you okay there? You were spacing out for a while.”
Effie blinked, looking him up and down a few times, her whole picture of him seemingly shattering her worldview.
She composed herself quickly, though.
“Khm! Yeah, of course. Just heard quite a commotion there.” She motioned her thumb towards the steaming sea.
“What the hell was that, in fact? Oh, and I don’t think I’ve seen you here. You can call me Effie, by the way.”
“Oh, that…” He slowly nodded.
“It’s just me fishing there. You see, me and my friends had just arrived. I was a bit excited, so I decided to go for a walk. So here I am. Oh, name’s Sunless, by the way. But you can call me Sunny, sounds less… Gloomy that way,” he finished with a chuckle, giving his shadow a side glance, to which it made an inappropriate gesture in return.
“Fishing, you say?” She looked at him, then at the sea, then at him again, and chuckled.
Then she started laughing.
“Fishing, he says. Gods. That’s funny… How’s the catch, by the way?” she asked, giving a wide grin and extending her hand, which he shook almost immediately.
“You have a strong grip, for someone… so, so…”
“Doofus-like?” he said helpfully.
“Oh, and the catch was good. Got a thousand or so fragments and a few Memories. Night is not wasted, but I plan to make it even more interesting…” He grinned, greed sparkling in his eyes.
“Yes! Exactly! Man, I already like you!” she chuckled once and then stopped suddenly.
“Th-thousand fragments? What kind of fish did you catch? And how even… Wait! Stop, was that just a sex-pun?” she asked as a corner of her lip twitched a bit.
“The best kind!” he giggled as he summoned his newest Memory and passed it to the tall huntress.
“Check. The Corrupted one gave most of them, my Aspect can absorb the fragments directly after a kill. Sadly no Memory from that fish. And no sex-puns, I just have a few interesting things to do before going to sleep.” He giggled behind his palm.
“Bet you’re gonna be surprised tomorrow,” he said nonchalantly.
Effie, meanwhile, turned the tachi in her hand, giving him a dumbfounded look from the corner of her eye.
‘The kid is not right in the head.
But damn, that shit he just did was impressive, whatever it was.
He’s also kinda fun.
Too short, though…’ She passed the Memory back to him with an envious side glance.
That was a top-notch Memory, after all.
At least for the Sleepers of this forgotten hell.
“Okay, you know what? Never mind, you’re cool. So, as you are new here, do you want me to give you a short dive into how things are operating in this hell? If you’re hoping to find a Gateway here, then I’m sorry to disappoint…”
He shook his head dismissively with a smile on his face.
“Nah, we already figured that out. We came from the west, so we had to move around the Crimson Spire. We’d have to be complete idiots not to at least suspect that the Gateway must be there. There is another question, though. Why is it not conquered yet?” he asked, his eyebrow raised a bit.
Effie sighed as they took a seat on the broken stone boulder that was once a piece of the wall.
“We— I mean, other generations, tried. A few times, but that is simply impossible, especially with our current… ruler here. You see, the guardian of the Spire is a thrice-fucked Fallen Terror.” He listened carefully and nodded sagely at that.
“And then there’s the Bright Lord — the ruler of the Castle, Gunlaug. He keeps all the resources to himself, the most proficient fighters are also in his circles, and the bastard refuses to siege the damn thing. And why would he?” She chuckled bitterly after that.
“Why try a mission that would most likely end in failure, and even if it didn’t, you’d return to the Waking World where you’re nobody… just another Awakened. And here? Here is the King.”
He nodded to this.
Effie had had a similar dilemma at the time, he remembered.
To be here in this hell, but healthy and self-sufficient.
Or to return to the Waking World and not even be able to walk freely.
That sucked.
He understood her; he’d been in similar situations too… But Effie didn’t give in, in the end.
Gunlaug did.
He could somewhat understand him.
Maybe he really didn’t want to waste human lives, too.
But… He was one hell of a despicable fucker.
So he deserved to die in the end.
And he would.
“I get it, I guess. Not that I’ll agree with it. Though, no worries there. It’s just one asshole and a Fallen Terror. Nothing that we haven’t dealt with, so we’ll go back home soon, one way or another.”
Effie looked at him with an unreadable expression and then chuckled bitterly, shaking her head.
“That asshole has a Transcended golden Armor to protect his skin and a full-fledged army under his wing, what can…” She blinked, remembering his explosive fishing.
“Okay, maybe you can do something, but is it really worth it? How many do you think will have to die in the power struggle? And just a Fallen Terror, really? There is an army of Nightmare Creatures, too, and a Fallen Terror.”
“Effie, Effie, Effie…” he tutted.
“We traveled for a few thousand kilometers through that hell, from the edge of the other Death Zone, no less! On our first night we slept on the roof of the temple the Fallen Titan was protecting!” She blinked after those words and opened her mouth, but he already continued.
“We fought our way through a few hundred abominations in those two months, probably half of those Fallen; we’d been chased by the Fallen Tyrant and his flock of monsters for weeks until we grew tired and slew the bastard. I even got myself an Ascended Terror as a Shadow — it’s like an echo but different, never mind that; and fried my brain a few too many times along the way. Do you think some bastard in golden armor and another Fallen Terror would scare us away?”
She listened to him with a slightly open mouth, a dumbfounded expression on her face.
Then she shook her head and chuckled.
“Either you pulled out the craziest story out of that scrawny backside of yours or it was really one hell of a journey and our problems are really bleak compared to that.” She laughed heartily at that.
“Anyway, I like you. You’re a bit of a smartass, and somewhat deranged too… but I like that mindset!” she said as she stood up.
“What are you planning to do? Now that your ‘fishing’ is over?”
Sunny giggled as he looked at the Bright Castle, eyes shining slightly.
Gunlaug wouldn’t forget this night for a while.
“Oh, I have very interesting plans for the night at least…” he giggled again as he turned to her.
“I may acquire something good to drink soon, so are you up for a drinking party, say in a few days? I may bring someone else too, so it won’t be boring, that’s for sure.”
Effie blinked at that, a naughty grin spreading on her face immediately.
“Already trying to get me drunk and malleable, aren’t you? For your information, it would take a lot more than a few bottles, Doofus. And who knows, if you provide something good and the mood is right…” She wiggled her brows as he fought the urge to sigh and massage his temples.
He had already started to forget how Effie was in all those years of separation.
“Anyway, I’m always in for free food and drinks — and I eat and drink a lot, so be prepared. Call me when you’re ready. I live in the outer settlement. Ask around — I’m not hard to find.”
She yawned after those words as she stretched her back.
He could swear that she was specifically showing off her body to him — it was Effie after all.
He chuckled.
It was time for them to part, it seemed.
He really missed talking to her, even if she was very infuriating most of the time.
“I’ll find you when everything is ready. But you’ll hear of me sooner, I guess,” he chuckled.
“Anyway, take care, Effie,” he said, waving her a goodbye.
“Bye, Doofus, and take care too! Don’t let this damn place consume you!” she shouted as he began walking away.
Was she trying to attract some abominations here?
She might have.
He chuckled.
‘Don’t let it consume me, huh?
Poor Effie doesn’t know yet.
I’ll be the one consuming it in the end, yet again.’
Hi once again!
A bit ahead of schedule today.
Still hadn’t fixed my habit of posting late, but that’s fine today, I’m not sleepy at all!
So fishing and sudden Effie?
To be honest there was supposed to be a drinking party in the end, but I decided not to blow chapter size today again.
So you know what to expect in the next one 🙂 Among some other things if nothing much changes.
It was supposed to be shorter too, but the fishing scene grew out of my initial expectations.
Also not very plot-dense chapter, but it was also necessary to show how much easier it is for Sunny to connect with Effie (and Kai) too, than with the other members of cohort.
If things will go according to the plan, next chap would start moving plot slowly again.
Oh, and also I can confirm now that Sunny might have had a romantic relationships with someone after 3NM (maybe even before 😐 ) Who that person was we will know in the arc following Forgotten Shore.
And if they will end up together again…
To be honest, I’m not sure anymore.
The relationships script became so complicated…
There is distinctive female lead for now, but it may change if I feel that way.
Next chap will be released either tomorrow or most likely on Saturday.
Anyways, would like to hear your thoughts as usual.
Have a nice day and see you soon!