5 Results in the "Seventh Consciousness" category
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Seventh Consciousness
“No matter what your destiny is, I don’t care. Even if the world turns against you, it won’t matter to me. I was born to protect you, and now I finally have the power to do so. I will burn even the gods and grind their bones to dust if that’s what it takes to keep you alive.”- 1.7 K • May 2, '25
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7C | Chapter 02.3
Manager Hwang arrived just before 6 PM, though Seonrak Mountain was already sinking into dusk. Dressed in a neat suit and coat with hiking boots, he clearly knew his way around. Handing over a bag of comfortable clothes and study materials, he peered into the room with a worried expression. "Spending a whole week in a place like this..." "It's fine." "Are you really okay?" "I said I'm fine. But..." Glancing past Manager Hwang to ensure no one else was nearby, Yoonjae lowered his…-
7.3 K • Ongoing
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7C | Chapter 02.1
Seonrak Mountain was a small mountain, its highest peak barely surpassing 250 meters. Yet, with its rugged terrain, poorly maintained paths, and heavy snowfall in winter, it was hardly suitable for hiking. That said, it wasn’t entirely isolated. Descending the mountain led to a village sizable enough to be considered a town, and it wasn’t completely devoid of visitors. Near the entrance of the trail, there was even a small parking lot. But none of that mattered to Yoonjae, who woke up in a room…-
7.3 K • Ongoing
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7C | Chapter 02.2
Despite being called a shaman’s house, the place resembled a mountain temple, and Yoonjae half-expected meals to consist of simple barley rice and wild greens. But the tray Youngso brought in not long after defied his arrogant assumptions. Grilled ribs, thinly sliced kimchi, a mound of steaming white rice, and beef-filled cabbage soup. Notably, there was only one set of utensils. Yoonjae’s. "...Aren’t you eating?" "No." Youngso answered with a simplicity bordering on coldness, then…-
7.3 K • Ongoing
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7C | Chapter 01
"Leave Youngrang here." The boy was dressed in an odd combination, a neatly pressed school uniform with a faded pale blue magoja over it. The bag in his hand looked as heavy as a rock, and his sweat-drenched pale cheeks still bore traces of childishness. His small hand, which had slid open the paper door, trembled slightly, and perhaps it was that tremor that kept anyone in the room from immediately scolding his audacious behavior. Yoonjae didn’t know what "Youngrang" meant, but since the boy had…-
7.3 K • Ongoing
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