Call of the Night

Call of the Night

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Fan Kuan-Tian a ran away bride from a village. A demon king in distress looking for a human bride. Two paths will collide. And may shed light in the darkness. Warning: Beginner's novel and pictures are not mine
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Shen Tang awoke on her path of exile to find that this world was utterly unscientific. Divine stones rained from the heavens, and a hundred nations vied for power. With a honed literary heart, words became reality. With courage gathered in a warrior's spirit, mountains were cleaved and seas divided. The seemingly weak pretty boy she knew, with a single declaration of "Charge on horseback!", instantly found himself clad in armor, a long spear in hand, becoming an army of one, capable of slaughtering his way through enemy lines seven times over! The consumptive wretch in her eyes, by chanting "Stars scattered across a chessboard," transformed the heavens into a round canopy and the land into a chessboard, arranging troops with effortless ease! This wasn't just unscientific anymore! This was the coffin lid of science being nailed shut by theology! And as for her- "My Lord, the Northern Commandery is suffering a severe drought, perhaps you should shed some tears?" Shen Tang: "..." "My Lord, the Southern Province is flooded, perhaps you should laugh more?" Shen Tang: "..." -------- Looking at the ten bowls of rice she had devoured, her pocket cleaner than her face, and a group of starving, ill-intentioned villagers constantly stirring up trouble, the village chief Shen Tang, suspected to be the reincarnation of a bottomless pit and a true 'soul painter' (someone who draws poorly but passionately), had no choice but to abandon her beloved paintbrushes and reluctantly embark on the path of a warlord. join patreon.com/worldoffanfiction for advanced chapters and support the daily update

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