Yesterday, a friend of mine named Eduardo recommended a novel to me, which he said was the best. The title of the novel was "The Beginning of the End." When I read the synopsis, it seemed interesting to me, so I decided to read it after work when I got home, which was empty as always, although humans are sociable by nature, sometimes you just adapt to what you have. I entered my room, which is always messy. I feel too lazy to clean up this mess. I wake up very lazily at dawn, and since I know I will be coming home late, I always arrive very tired and always skip cleaning my room. I frowned; the trash had accumulated a lot this time; I guess it's time to tidy up my room. I go to the kitchen and grab a trash bag and some black gloves; I get down to work. After putting everything in order, I sigh tiredly, I sit on a reclining sofa, getting lost in my thoughts for a few minutes, I remember the novel I was reading, I grab my cell phone and decide to search for the novel on my phone, and surprisingly, it appears. It had over 1,000 chapters. I got excited and started reading; reading can sometimes be a path to a world of dreams and imagination; some even use it as a means to escape from reality, emotional problems, or simply to pass the time; in my case, I use it for both.
Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection
Fantasy · Roseiinthegarden
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