Novels by Lev Bodgan

The hospital room was filled with tension. Milan, Albert, and Barak stood near Arkanza’s bed, watching over his unconscious figure. Meanwhile, Vikram leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze moving from one person to another."We can't keep arguing about this," Vikram said firmly. "What matters now is finding a reason we can give to Mr. Adam and Mrs. Maria. If they find out that Arkanza is in the hospital, things will become even more complicated."Milan clenched his fists and lowered his head in silence. He knew exactly what Vikram meant. Adam Smith, Arkanza’s father, wasn’t the type to accept flimsy excuses. If he found out his son had suffered an allergic reaction outside his supervision, the consequences could be severe. Especially since, from the beginning, Adam had never truly considered Arkanza part of the family."Can we really keep this a secret from them?" Albert asked, tension still evident on his face."We have to," Vikram answered decisively. "

"I just wanted to make sure he ate something," Milan replied in a low voice. "I was the one who brought his food, but I didn’t know he was allergic to peanuts." Albert narrowed his eyes. "Weren’t you the one who insisted on delivering the food yourself? How could you not check what was in it?" Milan fell silent. Albert’s words felt like a whip, forcing him to confront his negligence. He wanted to deny it, to say he never intended to harm Arkanza, but the truth was, he had delivered the food without thinking it through. Feeling cornered, Milan suddenly shifted the blame to Barak. "But when I got there, Arkanza was already with Barak! You should be asking him too, not just me!" Albert turned his gaze to Barak, who was still standing by the window. Barak let out a small sigh before finally turning to face them. "I was looking for Arkanza too," Barak answered calmly. "He went to the cafeteria first, so I greeted him after I ordered my food." Albert crossed his arms. "And what

The hospital room was still filled with an unbearable silence. Milan sat in the waiting chair, his head bowed, fingers intertwined, while Barak stood near the window, staring outside with a vacant expression. They were waiting for news from the doctor about Arkanza’s condition after suffering an allergic reaction that had nearly cost him his life.Footsteps approached. Milan lifted his head and saw Albert arriving with a serious expression.“What exactly happened?” Albert asked bluntly, his sharp eyes locking onto Milan with an intense gaze. “I heard you were the one who gave Arkanza the food?”Milan tensed immediately. He knew that sooner or later, someone would question this, but he wasn’t ready to face the reality that he might have made a fatal mistake.He felt something lodged in his throat. His chest ached, and his head started spinning. Instinctively, his hand clutched his chest, his body leaning slightly forward. He tried to swallow, but it became increasingly difficult. He le

The sun was beginning to set as Arkanza stepped out of his last class of the day. He let out a slow breath, feeling a slight relief after spending hours sitting and listening to lectures. The campus was bustling with students moving in all directions—some hurrying home, others still lingering with friends. Arkanza chose to head to the cafeteria. His stomach felt empty, and he needed something to refuel before continuing his activities. He walked at a relaxed pace, hands tucked into his pockets, enjoying the gentle evening breeze. Upon reaching the cafeteria, he went straight to the queue and scanned the menu. It didn’t take him long to decide—he ordered a pastry and a cold drink. But when his tray was placed in front of him, he froze. The drink he had ordered contained an ingredient that could trigger Isabella's allergy. His hand stopped midair. ‘Idiot. Why am I hesitating over something like this?’ Arkanza took a deep breath, trying to push the thought away. He had alre

Arkanza walked up to the mirror, staring at his own reflection.The room felt silent, empty, as if the whole world had shrunk, leaving only him and the reflection gazing back at him with an unreadable expression."So," his voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "What should I do now?"The reflection stared back.No answer.Arkanza let out a deep sigh, pressing both hands against the surface of the table in front of the mirror. His eyes remained fixed on his reflection—a man who looked more exhausted than he should. His hair was slightly messy, faint dark circles visible under his eyes, and his expression... somehow, it felt foreign even to himself."Answer me," he urged again, though he knew well that no voice would answer except his own. "I'm tired. I've come this far, yet why does it feel like I'm still lost?"The reflection remained silent, but it felt as though it was speaking in the quiet.Arkanza straightened his posture, staring intently at his own image. "I used to think I knew ev

RoomOn the table, there was a piece of paper filled with scribbles. It was a list of the foods he had consumed earlier with Valerie. He stared at the list with deep concentration, then picked up a pen and crossed out a few items.Steak.The first thing he crossed out was steak. After dinner earlier, there had been no unusual reaction from his body. Red meat wasn’t a problem for him. Then, he crossed out several ingredients used in sauces and basic seasonings.Butter, black pepper, rosemary, mustard.He had consumed all these ingredients many times before, and no allergic reactions had ever occurred. No symptoms of breathlessness, itching, or nausea. That meant all of these ingredients were safe for him.Arkanza set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind slowly drifting into the past—to an incident that had almost taken his life.He still remembered vividly how his body had reacted violently after just one bite. His throat had swelled, ai

"Su Jian, clean the pigsty before lunch," a servant said slowly with a commanding tone, not fully focusing on him. The servant always looked satisfied with a smug expression, even though this was the task given to him.Su Jian nodded faintly. "But I..." Before he could finish his sentence, the servant left.Su Jian sighed, "Alright, it's fine. Let's finish this and then have lunch!" he said, trying to motivate himself.The pigsty behind the house looked very dirty. The foul smell stung his nose, and the pigs seemed very impatient to disturb him. Su Jian reluctantly approached the pigsty, carrying the cleaning tools that had been given to him. He hoped to finish the job quickly and return to the house to rest, but the pigs seemed to have other plans.As soon as he opened the pigsty door, the rumbling sound of the pigs filled the air. Several pigs immediately ran back and forth, jumping over each other as if they were racing. Su Jian tried to avoid the large steps taken by the pigs, but

The night had fallen over the Xia family estate. Stars flickered in the clear sky like scattered diamonds, and a cold breeze blew through the ancient courtyards. Su Jian was sitting on a small wooden stool in the courtyard, a sigh escaping his lips as he watched the moon.“How did I end up here again?” he muttered to himself, scratching his head. He looked at his calloused hands and then at the large family mansion around him. Every day, it felt like he was living in someone else's life—a life filled with cultivators, powerful martial arts, and people who looked at him like he was nothing.The only person who ever seemed to give him any attention—despite the occasional scolding—was Xia Lengyi. His wife, though distant, had defended him more and more lately. Still, Su Jian knew he was out of place here. He didn’t understand cultivation, and no matter how hard he tried, all the complex techniques seemed to bounce off his head like water off a rock.Inside the main hall, Xia Lengyi sat w

Kediaman keluarga Xia selalu tampak megah di siang hari. Bangunan-bangunan yang diukir dengan indah berdiri tegak, mewujudkan kemegahan keluarga pembudidaya bergengsi yang telah bertahan selama ratusan tahun. Namun, di balik keanggunan itu, suasana hari ini menegangkan. Su Jian berdiri di tengah aula besar keluarga Xia, diapit oleh dua penjaga dengan wajah tegas. Semua tatapan di ruangan itu dipenuhi dengan penghinaan dan hinaan, seolah-olah Su Jian tidak lebih dari seekor serangga yang mengganggu kedamaian mereka.Su Jian, seperti biasa, tampak bingung. Postur tubuhnya tegak, tetapi wajahnya mencerminkan campuran kepanikan dan kepolosan. Kemejanya sedikit kusut, sisa-sisa kekacauan sebelumnya. Pagi itu, saat membersihkan salah satu ruang artefak keluarga Xia, dia secara tidak sengaja menjatuhkan vas kuno yang, tanpa sepengetahuannya, berisi pecahan energi spiritual. Meskipun vas itu telah lama kehilangan fungsinya, insiden itu dengan cepat menyulut kemarahan beberapa anggota keluarga

Lengyi took a deep breath, as if feeling the morning air for the first time in a very long time. Her chest felt lighter, unlike the days before. Her head turned slowly, her eyes catching the image of Su Jian sleeping on the chair beside her bed. Su Jian looked exhausted, his head drooping with his body slumped awkwardly. Lengyi smiled faintly at the sight of him, warmth stirring in her heart.“What has he done to end up like this…” she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.Lengyi tried to move her body. Her hand lifted, fingers grasping the blanket. There was no pain. Carefully, she tried to sit up. A warmth spread through her body, something she hadn’t felt since returning from the battlefield. There was energy flowing within her, something both foreign and familiar at the same time.Lengyi’s eyes widened in shock. That strength—it was back. She could feel her meridians. The spiritual energy that had once felt empty now swirled gently within her body, like a small river comi

Su Jian opened the small wooden box and gazed at the golden pill inside. The pill emitted a faint glow, as though it had a life of its own. Su Jian’s heart pounded with both hope and doubt. Would this pill truly help? Or would it make things worse? But he had no other choice. This was the only hope he had.“Forgive me, Lengyi,” he whispered. “I have to do this. I can’t bear to see you suffer like this…”He gently lifted his wife’s head and carefully slipped the pill into her mouth. He poured small sips of water to help her swallow it. Lengyi blinked faintly, but she was far too weak to fully regain consciousness.Su Jian laid her head back onto the pillow and gripped her hand tightly. “Hold on, Lengyi. Please…”The night grew even quieter. But just as Su Jian began to feel some relief, a cold voice crept into his ears.“What are you doing here, Master?”Su Jian flinched, his head whipping around. He searched for the source of the voice but found nothing. The voice sighed and knocked o

Shen Wei scoffed mockingly. “A lowly son-in-law and his useless wife? You think I’m afraid of you?” Yet, in the end, he left with a disgruntled click of his tongue.Su Jian turned to look at Lengyi, who lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’ve only become a burden to you, Su Jian…”Su Jian gripped his wife’s shoulders firmly. “Don’t ever think that. You’re not a burden, Lengyi. I promise I’ll find a way to heal you.”Days passed, and Su Jian began searching tirelessly for ways to heal his wife’s shattered meridians. He traveled to remote places, seeking out skilled healers, even meeting cultivators with healing abilities. Yet all his efforts were in vain.One day, as Su Jian sat deep in thought by the edge of a small lake, an old man with long white hair approached him. His clothes were plain, but there was an inexplicable aura of majesty surrounding him.“You look desperate, young man,” the old man said.Su Jian looked at him in confusion. “I… I just want to heal my w