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How Am I Still Alive?

Persimmon Whale
Spiritual Qi Resurgence, Gods descending? Continuous disasters, all living beings suffering? What does it have to do with me? I'm just a patient with an incurable disease, who's been given up on treatment and has a countdown to death. Embarking on the path of exorcising demons and annihilating immortals with my crippled body is not for the sake of protecting my family and country, but because the hazardous duty pay is too tempting, especially the compensation... "This Evil Gods profession system is cursed, even if there's smooth progress in the early stages, the practitioners will eventually commit suicide..." "Give me a set." "This Demon Sword poisons its user and has already taken ninety-nine lives..." "Give me two, and also that man-eating demonic helmet, soul-devouring blood claws, get me a set." "This Magic Potion is harmful to heaven and earth..." "Enough talk, I'll take them all!" However, the problem is, why am I still alive after taking on all these high-risk missions, stepping on every risk, and doing every deadly task? 【Congratulations, congratulations! Ranked first among the Top Ten Heroes Who Moved the World...】 "...Heavens, wasn't the average life expectancy in this line of work three and a half years? I've been here for one cycle of three years after another, I'm almost an S-level hunter, the first of the top ten heroes! Why am I still alive? I just want to make an honor sacrifice, scam some compensation! Is that so hard?!"
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A dance with the pentarch kings.

In a kingdom ruled by kings barely out of boyhood but already steeped in blood and power, Royal Imperium Prestigia High is where monsters are crowned—and innocents are devoured. Five thrones. Five ruthless rulers. And thousands of noble-born students who’d kill for a chance to kneel at their feet. For most girls accepted into Prestigia, it’s the pinnacle of existence. The highest honor. The dream—a chance to brush shoulders with royalty, to earn the favor of the five ruling kings, and maybe, if they’re lucky, be claimed. They come draped in silk and perfume, eyes glittering with desperate hope, praying for a glance, a favor, a touch. They whisper the kings’ names like prayers and spend their days chasing their attention like moths to flame. They worship the kings like gods. They would die to be noticed. And some do. But Blazar Staray is not like the others. And she didn’t come here for love. Blazar Staray was born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate the elite academy, pose as a noble boy named Orion Spade, and assassinate the most powerful king among the five. Succeed, and she gets to live. Fail, and she dies the way all pawns do—forgotten. But the academy is nothing like she expected. Prestigia isn’t a school. It’s a warzone wrapped in silk and gold, where students wield magic like knives, royalty rules with claws and fangs, and the five kings—Dante, Kaelric, Vesper, Xeari, and Ryuzaki—treat life like a game they always win. One wrong look, one wrong word, and you're either sent to the dungeon cells… or executed. Blazar’s defiant presence doesn’t go unnoticed. Instead of fading into the background, she catches the attention of all five. They should have ignored her. They were supposed to. But now they’re circling her like predators, each with their own twisted interest. Some want to protect her. Some want to break her. Some might want more. To survive, Blazar must outwit predators who were born to rule, all while hiding her identity, her scars, and her past. But she didn’t come here to play their game. She came to end it. And if she has to burn this entire academy down to do it? So be it.
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