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//Phantom//ghost..or demon?

Shi La. Shura as her real name was wacky, maniac a crazy girl. "Don't bullshit about me, I'll take your head!" Shura spoke to the writer, pointing his knife. Then he kicked the writer off the stage and started speaking. "I am Shura. The most perfect creature of the entire Realm. Intelligent, smart, brave, beautiful, the best, the most beautiful, the most perfect-" "Is it over ?" The writer, who was thrown off the stage, could not help but ask. "Why are you lying to the readers?" Shura sneered and said, "How would you know, ignorant?" "I write, I won't know, but who will?" he couldn't help but say. Shura froze as soon as she heard that. Then, slyly, he pointed his gun at the writer and said, "You will write me as the most perfect, richest, most beautiful and strongest creature in the universe!" he threatened. The writer changed the fiction he wrote by crying in a corner and trying so hard. The character that had to grow up, like Chinese novels, was the strongest from birth. "We didn't get it, if there is no innocent girl, bad boy, tradition, religion and mafia, what taste is fiction?" said the readers. "Shut up, you bastards" Shura continued with disdain, "Will you find someone more pure-hearted than me, better than me? Traditions? It doesn't bind me. Rules are made for me to break it! Religion? Ahahaha! What does the devil know about religion? Mafia? Please don't compare those brats with me! And bad boy? There can only be two kinds of men who skewed me! One is not yet born, the second is dead!” ___ Cover belongs to me.

_Kazuki_Kirigaya_ · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
234 Chs

79《Disappearing Voice》

Just as Shura was about to respond, the door clicked and the voice in her head disappeared.

"Shura are you okay?" Yifan's worried and uneasy voice was heard from behind the door.

"I'm fine," said Shura drowsily.

As he poured the water down his head, the water flowing from his body took away the anxiety and worry in him.

Just then, the voice whispered in his ear one last time. It's like saying goodbye.

"I've always been there for you. Because you were alone. Now there's no need for me. I have to go, to those in need..."

"Oh Shura, be honest with yourself now. Emotions are strength, not weakness. Let go of that strong character you've built in your head"

"The strong must be alone, the strong must be able to take care of themselves, the strong is self-sufficient, break your own criteria and rules.

Living without rules, you are trapped by your own rules"

Shaken Shura.

Because the voice was right.

"What will happen if you love? Will you die? What if your parents and parents were your father? What harm will it do you?"

"Remember Shura? They were the ones who came and saved you when you were not wanted by anyone in Hell"

"Trust and surrender yourself to love. Because you are still a strong woman."

"Bye"

"Okay," whispered Shura. "I will accept them again and again with my heart and most sincerity."

The voice chuckled and disappeared forever.

Not to return again.

Shura, who had imagined herself as she "should be" and acted on, now felt as if she had been freed from her chains.

It was as if everything in his body had been lifted.

She dried on a towel, put on her market and went outside.

He smiled slightly, looking at Yifan in his room.

-To be continued-