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Watery eyes made Min-Ain blink several times, a way for him to retain the little strength he got from drinking the energy drinks he ordered through the concierge. The hotel avoids canned products that are suspiciously low in quality. If a resident insisted on it, they would recommend their own or a different way to keep their wakefulness. Alas, Min-Ain preferred the convenience store type.
Living in the suite had not given him the impression of luxury, just the pure bliss of skipping steps in life. Chores have been part of his routine back in his old life, and even here, he would continue doing so. He did things even if he knew he could just let the hotel do it for him. Nothing from the upgrade he received stopped him from fixing his things or putting his dirty laundry or dishes in their rightful place for him to clean.
Seeing the maids roam the room to do the menial jobs was nothing for Min-Ain. At least their existence th
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The list of cities the results showed varied from G, A, C-city, and five others in-between, all where the “couples” reside. They never strayed away from D-city yet managed to stay away from it during the course.The creepy part was that each match was a spouse who varied in gender and age. Their ages in G-city from centuries ago as an old couple never strayed and all showed about the same. So was the way their gender or age gaps interchanged.An exaggerated example of this would be the fifth couple on the roster. The couple is the last Caucasian on the list and what’s unique about their tandem is the glaring age gap they have from each other. The seventh in the list played with racial combinations. The eight wanted to come back as an old couple but with racial differences from each other. The variation goes on.The interval between how long each couple lived in the city they chose differed by a factor Min-Ain can only guess, but it ranged from
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Upon waking, looking like a reminder of Eldrics godchildren he doted on, they sat in the dining room to start eating.Amidst the chewing, Eldric started their conversation with, “Seems like your eyes have deteriorated into dry balls of sand.”“I’ve had worse,” Min-Ain replied as he continued blinking his watery eyes. “Though I never thought I’d be doing so much reading in one day.”“As we always say, you will never get used to it, but you would probably experience tired wakefulness that you’ll be numb to the pain of not sleeping,” Eldric said poetically amidst chewing. “Mind if I ask about that file you sent me?”The boy looked at him nodding. “I’m not surprised.”“Were you aware of the things you sent me? I can understand most of the documents related to D-city and G-city, but a whole search file of people unrelated to ‘Dimension Pocket&rsqu
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“Ye-yes.” Eldric lightly said, then realized he was slowly leaning to the back of his chair and straightening his back. Reminding him of his mother to stay attentive, delivered in a nagging manner. Something about how Izobra looked at people naturally convincing themselves to follow her every word without sounding conceited. "Could we take firsthand accounts of any recent visits both of you have done into the north-west sector, and if there were any reported incidents of the Task Force in presence"The couple started to tell their itinerary like it was only yesterday. Of course, the details included are not as obsessively absurd, but enough to make anyone who heard them feel like they have such exceptional minds able to maintain minute points of their day. Most of their activities in that sector started half a year after the incidents began, with only a few months difference. According to their records, as supplemented by Min-Ain.The kid, in his mind, sile
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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