This story is Male reader found himself in The Novel's Extra World [Rewriting the story.] Note: I do not own any characters, they belongs to their respective owners

Park Jisoo, cousin of the former Weakest Hunter to the S-Ranked Hunter Sung Jin-Woo and also, one of the Shadow Monarch and successor of the King of Death, Ashborn. After eliminating the all the Monarchs, Jin-Woo used the Cup of the Reincarnation to restart a new world and bringing back her maternal family and the others. But after Jin-Woo did it and went back to his new world, Jisoo was somehow left behind with Ashborn along with the Shadows due of her ability unable to leave behind Shadows whom she cared. Ashborn explained to Jisoo since Shadow Monarch wasn't longer enemies to the Rulers, they should start their own world. Jisoo along with her Shadows end up being teleported into a strange world of Heroes and Villains who were fighting in a deadly battle. "Well, looks like I have to save the day again" "Who are you?!" "Me? Well, I'm just the Shadow Monarch from Another World"

What if Sung Jin Woo was a girl? What if Sung jin woo was a genius and looked like a model? What if she gained the power of the shadow monarch at the age of 14? The future changed upon the arrival of the powerful being. How will things go by? (There might be romance but that won't be in a while.) All rights to the owner of solo levelling.

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".