Future BL Novels Poll (edit: added another novel)

Hi, just like the title said, I want to make a poll on future projects. There are two (edit: now three) BL novels to choose, I include Chapter 1 of each novel :

Comment if you choose the third novel.

1 Cloudless Sky

Synopsis

Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'

Chapter 1

A desperate wish can create miracles.

Steadfast beliefs, survival instincts, selfish desires, love, and devotion. Humans who throw themselves towards their wishes often exhibit godlike powers. All those things that are said to be aided by the heavens cannot happen without desperate wishes.

However, the miracles that come are not always blessings for everyone. Because humans can never truly become gods.

Crack-crack

A high-rise building with a broken mid-section slowly tilted towards the ground. The sound of the collapse was like the footsteps of a huge disaster approaching. As the building debris fell, the surrounding buildings collapsed in a chain reaction. Behind the dust that blurred the view, a number of mutants several times the remaining survivors approached.

The subjugation operation for the fourth level 0 disaster that struck South Korea, the 4th Great Rift, had failed.

In the sky, so blue that it dazzled the eyes, there was a large black crack. As if mocking the desperate defense over the past two days, it spewed out monstrous mutants once again.

"Mom, I'll make your favorite japchae right now. Until I finish making it and eat it, I'll try to hold on."

Soram turned his head at the sound of someone talking on the phone next to him. ...I love you. After ending the call with those last words, Ayoung tightly gripped her cell phone and then threw it aside. She wouldn't have the luxury to see it again anyway.

Lee Ayoung, a 20-year-old hunter, forcibly gripped her weapon again. Tears fell from her trembling chin. She was too young to calmly accept a situation with no hope left.

"Aaaaah!"

"Why, why is it getting bigger! Why! After devouring so many lives!"

"I, I don't want to die! Damn it, I want to live... Sob...!"

Screams spread among those who had been fighting while clinging to hope until the end, not just Ayoung. Hearing the sound, the vibration on Ayoung's cheeks also intensified. The only person without any change in expression at this moment was Soram. Standing next to Ayoung, he took a step forward.

"Hunter Lee Ayoung."

"...Yes, Chief."

"Step back. Stay as far back as possible."

If she went to the rear, it would be easy to leave the front lines. Quite a few hunters had already realized there was no hope and fled the scene. If Ayoung went home now, she could spend her last moments with her beloved family. It was the final hypocrisy of the leader who hadn't even played a proper role for several years.

As expected, Ayoung looked at him with an expression that said, 'What is this person suddenly saying?' However, Jin Soram had already gripped his sword and stepped forward.

His body was covered in injuries, as much as the weapon stuck with blood and dust. His steps approaching the oncoming horde of mutants were not steady either. But Soram increased his speed even more as he approached the monsters.

The first to spot him was a goat-shaped mutant with black horns all over its body, including its face. The mutants of the 4th Great Rift were large animals grotesquely transformed. Soram thought as he drew his raised sword in a long line upward.

This time, I will die here.

―Kiaaaaaaah!!!

The mutant, deeply cut in the side, screamed. The swung sword was sharply raised towards the mutant. The blue mist, the unique form of his power, shrouded the surroundings. The sword was thrust into the back of the mutant's ear.

Poof!

―Kieeeee......!

The mutant, whose breath was cut off, disappeared into black ashes starting from the critically injured part. However, that was only one of the tens of thousands of mutants pouring out from the rift. Around Soram, dozens of mutants had already gathered, and various mutants were still descending from the sky.

Soram took another step forward. The leg of a huge bull, which seemed to be about one story tall, was cut. In the gap where the mutant's body tilted, this time he aimed for the neck.

Fortunately, his body still moved properly. He twisted his waist back and cut off the torso of a new mutant. The skin thicker than the length of the sword was sliced off. Even before it turned into debris, he attacked the next, and then the next mutant.

As Soram moved conspicuously at the forefront, the mutants advancing forward also changed direction. The bloodshot eyeballs of dozens of mutants were fixed on a single human much smaller than them.

An unidentifiable beast drooling saliva rushed towards his neck.

Clang!

The teeth that charged in front of his face were blocked by the sword. However, at the same time, he couldn't block the claws of another mutant approaching from behind.

"Ah, ugh......"

Blood splattered on the ground. The left shoulder that was attacked didn't move, perhaps because the muscle was severed. Fortunately, the sword was held in his right hand. Soram gritted his teeth so hard that his cheeks bulged and moved the sword. He tore open the mutant's open mouth with the blade and turned around to pounce on the other monster with blood on its claws.

Like a branch shedding leaves as it faces early winter, blood droplets pooled wherever Soram moved. Soram swung his sword constantly, not even paying attention to his tattered body.

Fighting the mutants until the end, being torn to death by them here.

That's how Soram anticipated his final moments.

He continued to fight alone at the very front. Although there were a few more hunters left on this battlefield, no one approached him.

Jin Soram was the chief hunter who always stood at the forefront in exchange for wielding command arbitrarily. ...In this life, he tried to stop the Great Rift with such an attitude but ended up failing like this. It was his own mistake, so he had no reason or right to think of this situation as bitter.

Thump, thump, thump, thump......

Heavy footsteps shaking the ground were heard. Each time the huge foot stepped on the ground, the asphalt cracked. By the time Soram raised his head while dealing with another mutant, a mutant so huge that its shape was hard to guess had already lifted its claws high. The shadow quickly fell over him.

Kwaaang!!!

"Aaaah!"

The cruel mindless beast couldn't send Soram away at once. Instead, it completely crushed one of his legs. The merciless force completely tore off below the thigh.

"Ah, ah..., ha..."

The unimaginable pain rather numbed the senses. Soram knew that death had come right in front of him. A pale, trembling smile rose, unlike his pale complexion. Now that he couldn't move a single step, he would surely die with the next attack.

"Ch, Chief Jin! Are you alright!"

"Don't come near!"

Soram shouted, squeezing out his remaining strength. The hunter trying to approach him hesitated.

"Get lost! If you come this way, I'll kill you with my own hands!"

He said fiercely. Since the primary goal of stopping the 4th Great Rift had failed, no one should come near him to achieve the second-best outcome he hoped for.

The dust rose so much that it was impossible to see ahead. Behind the yellow clouds, the shadow soared once again.

Time always flowed slowly in the face of death. Soram took in the sight with his eyes.

If he died alone like this, he could at least avoid the worst ending.

If he died 'alone' for sure.

For that, Soram had jumped out in front of the mutants and deliberately sent one of his team members, other than Ayoung, to a different location. Now everything was ready.

At the last moment, Soram slowly closed his eyes. And.

Bam!

Someone pushed Soram to the side. His body, already half-collapsed, fell backward without resistance.

Soram, pushed onto the dust, barely raised his head, propping himself up on the ground. At the same time, a groan much lower than Soram's voice was heard.

"...Cough."

In the spot where Soram originally was, a man with his upper body pierced by the mutant's claws was bleeding.

"Why..."

Soram's white eyes, stained with blood, widened greatly.

He had arranged it so that he absolutely could not come near here, so why.

"Han Tae-un."

Why did you, once again.

Despair clouded Soram's face for the first time at this moment. It was the worst situation among the endings he had anticipated.

"No, no!"

Soram reached out, barely crawling and grasping the cement pieces on the floor.

Even with that desperation, the attack continued. The claws that had penetrated Tae-un's torso pulled out from the back, and the sharp claw tips swung at him again. For a brief moment, Tae-un's dark eyes slid towards Soram.

"...Chief, Jin."

And Soram knew how his blood-clotted lips would move.

"Don't!"

Even when Soram screamed, his lips moved just like in his memory. Even if the form of death was different, the words he left to Soram were always the same.

"You have to live."

The shadow engulfed Tae-un. The face that was clearly visible, the body stained with injuries, and even the legs wrapped in a black combat uniform. As soon as he finished speaking, blood splattered from where he was to Soram's face.

"No..."

Tae-un's body collapsed to the ground, and the blood flowing from his whole body created a dark red puddle. The thick, sticky liquid flowed to Soram's arm that was propping him up on the ground. In the lump of flesh with almost no form left, only the closed eyes were clearly visible. He wasn't breathing and didn't move. Han Tae-un died saving Jin Soram.

Once again, like this.

"No, no! Damn it, Han Tae-un! Don't die! Don't die before me! Han Tae-un!"

Naturally, there was no answer. Soram grabbed the cement powder caked with blood and screamed.

"You, you bastard! Why! Damn it, why are you doing this to me again! No! Don't!"

The blood on his cheek flowed down like bloody tears. No matter how much Soram raised his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs, there was no response from where Tae-un had disappeared.

"Ah, ah..."

Soram stared blankly at the place where he died. With the time Tae-un had bought, he might have been able to choose to run away. But even if he lived a little longer, the ending was already set.

Other hunters tried to approach to save Soram. Soram pushed them far away with the last strength drawn from resentment. And he sat there with unfocused eyes.

"Let's meet again. You damn bastard."

The words he spit out as if chewing became his last will.

Until another mutant approached, smelling the blood, until his whole body was crushed under its foot, Soram stared at Tae-un's corpse as if rooted there and met his death.

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2024. 08. 07

South Korea, 3rd Great Rift stopped

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2025. 10. 15.

South Korea, 4th Great Rift occurred.

Emergency evacuation order issued for residents in Songpa-gu area.

2025. 10. 17.

Hunter (1st Grade) Han Tae-un died.

Chief Hunter (1st Grade) Jin Soram died.

All of Seoul turned into a dungeon.

2025. 10. 19.

Dungeonification of areas except for parts of the metropolitan area.

Large-scale rift occurred in Busan.

2025. 10. 21.

IRDRU (International Rift Disaster Rescue Union) declared to give up rescue in South Korea region.

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2015―

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2014. 02. 07.

South Korea, 2nd Great Rift stopped. (2...th round)

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2014. 02. 07.

South Korea, 2nd Great Rift stopped. (...th round)

2014. 02. 07.

South Korea, 2nd Great Rift stopped. (4th round)

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2. Bermuda

Synopsis:

Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Amsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.

Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council's army, decides to personally apprehend him.

"Since when have you been watching me?"

Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

"From the very beginning."

The two main characters:

Hugo Agrizendro - The head of the Agrizendro family, who has sworn loyalty to the imperial family for generations, and a duke of the empire. He is also the commander of the Council's army. Always rational and principled, he is one of the strongest mages in the empire, using water and ice as his main magical attributes. Due to his cold and intimidating image, he is also known as Kazad (God of Ice) in the world. In his mid-30s.

Leonardo Blaine - Once the empire's most brilliant war hero, but fell from grace after being dishonorably discharged. One of the strongest mages in the empire, using fire and electricity as his main magical attributes. Despite being hurt and aloof, he always acts under the belief of protecting the weak. His experience on the battlefield has made him quick-witted and good at judging situations. Occasionally suffers from PTSD symptoms such as nightmares. In his early 20s.

*When you want to see a thrilling case story unfold within a solid fantasy world setting, and when you want to see an aloof, cat-like MC and an older, caretaker-like ML being drawn to each other.

*Relatable Quote:

'I won't let go this time, no matter what.'

Letting go of that hand once was enough. There wouldn't be a second time.

Chapter 1

"As of this moment, Leonardo Blaine, commander of the Amsilver 11th Squad, a special forces unit of the Imperial Army, is stripped of all military ranks and positions, demoted to the lowest rank, and dishonorably discharged."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of the verdict echoed through the silent military courtroom. As soon as it was announced, the once quiet courtroom erupted into chaos.

Leonardo Blaine, his hands bound by mana-restraining handcuffs, sat slumped in the chair at the center of the courtroom, silently staring at the judge with bloodshot eyes.

"This can't be happening... Commander, say something. Tell them it's not true, that you did it to protect us!"

He could hear his squad members shouting behind him, but he couldn't bring himself to turn around and face them.

Someone's screams, the sound of his former comrades restraining his squad members, and the hushed mockery directed at him, now a mere civilian, all blended together, creating a deafening ringing in his ears.

The military judges, having no further business, stood up and left the noisy courtroom. It was then that Leonardo's eyes finally fell upon the massive flag of the Raina Logia Empire hanging behind them.

He had worn the same insignia and donned the cape to defend this empire, traversing countless battlefields and dangers, only to be branded with the disgrace of "dishonorable discharge due to insubordination."

Leonardo let out a bitter laugh. It all seemed to have passed by in such a short time.

As if his consciousness was trying to escape reality, his body grew numb, and the sounds around him became muffled. The feeling of being separated from his surroundings was followed by a piercing ringing in his ears and a wave of nausea.

Unable to endure it any longer, he abruptly stood up from his seat. The chair toppled over roughly, and everyone turned their heads to stare at him.

Leonardo, breathing heavily, glared at the massive imperial flag before him with fierce eyes. Facing it, he felt an indescribable surge of resentment rising in his chest.

"Aaaargh!"

His once pale face turned red, and veins bulged in his neck. A massive flame erupted around him as he screamed like a madman. Everyone in the room tensed up and took a step back from the wildly flickering flames that threatened to engulf everything.

He roared out his grievances and swung his arms, trying to break free from the handcuffs. However, instead of the cuffs coming off, everything around him shattered.

"S-Someone do something about him!"

At the shout of a military officer, soldiers guarding the courtroom rushed in and surrounded Leonardo. However, they couldn't easily approach him due to the fierce flames and the menacing black sparks dancing around him.

Leonardo's flames were explosive, but they seemed to be sucked away and fluctuated in size as if something was absorbing them. The handcuffs on his wrists were rapidly draining the mana he was emitting.

Nevertheless, Leonardo continued to ignite his entire body, his face contorted as if his insides were being twisted.

"Damn it, how could you do this to me? How could you do this to me?!"

"What are you all doing? Hurry up and subdue him!"

He expressed his bitter sense of betrayal towards the empire he had once devoted himself to. However, in the eyes of others, he was nothing more than a criminal who refused to submit and was going on a rampage.

At the officer's repeated command, the hesitating soldiers took advantage of the weakening flames and charged at Leonardo. As if he had been waiting for this, he desperately resisted his former comrades with his hands bound by the thick handcuffs.

He threw punches and kicked, explosively releasing his mana even if it was immediately absorbed. Terrifying gusts of wind swirled around him, and the scorching air shook his surroundings.

As a result, fierce winds blew, flames soared, and soon the entire military court was engulfed in a crimson blaze. The constantly rattling windows shattered, scattering shards like ashes.

Amidst it all, Leonardo's golden eyes, reflecting the undulating flames, seemed to glow red like blood.

At that moment, the courtroom door burst open, and dozens of knights poured in. They were the Imperial Knights, directly under the command of the Raina Logia royal family, wearing white uniforms embroidered with gold and red insignia.

The knights quickly entered the courtroom, blocking all possible exits and surrounding Leonardo. They were all equipped with cloaks and armor designed to resist fire-based attacks and took a defensive stance, moving in perfect unison as if they had anticipated his actions.

Behind them, the commander of the knights, their leader, calmly revealed himself.

Amidst the tense standoff between the heavily breathing Leonardo, who resembled an agitated beast, and the knights, the commander approached the unfolded siege line without hesitation.

He seemed to know Leonardo well, as he stared at him intently without taking his eyes off him.

"Leonardo Blaine, surrender."

In contrast to his gaze, his voice was cold and frosty, as if addressing a complete stranger.

Leonardo flinched and turned his head, causing the entire line of knights to react to his movement and tighten their guard.

Leonardo's lips twisted into a vicious sneer. He also seemed to recognize the commander's face. His golden eyes, upon meeting the commander's, were not only bloodshot but also filled with a baleful aura.

His predatory golden eyes slowly rolled, scanning the crowd with a look that seemed to burn everything to ashes. Then, as if in disbelief, he let out a mocking laugh and spoke in a menacing voice.

"If you were in my position, would you surrender in this situation?"

In response to his sneering remark, the commander stared at Leonardo with emotionless eyes. After a moment, he spoke in a calm tone.

"It's an imperial order."

A brief silence fell.

Leonardo's fiercely burning flames suddenly died down as if doused with water. The menacing aura that had been swirling around him plummeted to the ground. His face, which had lost its momentum in an instant, slowly contorted with shock and contempt. He gazed at the commander in disbelief, as if he had lost everything.

The commander, who had been willingly meeting his gaze, signaled his subordinates to apprehend Leonardo now that the flames had completely subsided.

Numerous knights and soldiers, who had been hesitating, rushed at Leonardo once again. They forced him to his knees, pushed him down, and restrained him.

Even as his head and shoulders were forcibly pressed against the ground, Leonardo intently stared at the feet of the humans in his lowered field of vision.

The commander, who had been watching the end of Leonardo's futile resistance, turned to leave, believing the situation to be over. As he walked away, Leonardo, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, muttered savagely.

"Even if you live your entire life like that, in the end, you'll be discarded just like me."

The commander paused for a moment at those hate-filled words tugging at his collar. He turned around and met Leonardo's piercing golden eyes that were glaring at him, but only briefly.

Soon, he turned away again and, as if nothing had happened, walked towards the courtroom door, saying,

"Transfer Leonardo Blaine to Amphitrite Prison."

At the commander's words, the military officer, who had only been shouting orders to subdue Leonardo, showed a look of disapproval. Although it was an imperial order, he was not pleased with the Imperial Knights intervening in the military's internal affairs.

"There's a military prison right next door, so why transfer him to Amphitrite Prison?"

To this, the commander looked back at the military officer with a look of disappointment and said,

"He's no longer a soldier, is he?"

*

The news that Leonardo Blaine, the commander of the Amsilver 11th Squad, a special forces unit of the Imperial Army, and a true war hero of the empire, had been expelled from the military spread like wildfire. He was immediately transferred to Amphitrite Prison, located on a rugged island with strong waves, and the 11th Squad he had belonged to was temporarily disbanded after the court-martial.

A few months later, he was released on parole, but he was no longer a soldier. Contrary to people's concerns that he would go on a rampage driven by a desire for revenge once he was out of prison, he vanished without a trace, leaving behind only brief rumors.

It was a well-known fact that Leonardo Blaine was a powerful mage, even though he had been dishonorably discharged from the military. Moreover, the 11th Squad he had been a part of was a formidable unit that was often dispatched to dangerous areas, so various guilds, associations, and organizations were desperate to find him after he disappeared.

However, despite rumors circulating about him working as a mercenary in certain places or participating in certain subjugation missions, it was difficult to actually meet him.

Occasionally, there were stories of people claiming to have seen him in person, but there was no way to know if they were true or not.

As he vanished, the empire continued the war as if nothing had ever happened.

To recapture the territory they had lost due to Leonardo's insubordination, they carried out numerous battles, resulting in many casualties. However, in the end, they achieved victory without the hero, demonstrating their prestige to neighboring countries and thoroughly erasing the fallen hero's reason for existence.

Nevertheless, the empire did not exile him abroad, as they wanted to prevent his uniquely powerful mana from falling into the hands of other countries.

Time passed quickly, and the faded glory of the hero was buried deep in the past. It had been three years since the name Leonardo Blaine had been forgotten by the world.

Around the time when it was thought that all traces of him had been completely covered up, ripples began to form once again in the calm lake of rumors about him.

A new movement to pursue him had emerged.

The ripples grew larger and larger, and his name resurfaced in people's consciousness.

However, unlike before, his name was no longer that of a glorious hero.

He was now known as an atrocious mage who had disobeyed orders, set fire to the military court, and insulted the royal family and the people of the empire.

*

"So, you lost him again?"

"Commander, that guy is a demon, I'm telling you! We all nearly got fried to a crisp!"

Hugo let out a small sigh as he looked at his two subordinates, who were reporting to him in a disheveled state. One of them had his hair completely burnt off, looking like he had been bombed.

This wasn't the first time they had failed to capture the target, and it was proving to be no easy task.

Hugo narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze away for a moment, suppressing his troubled expression before asking his two subordinates again.

"What was the situation at the time?"

"We managed to sense his presence and block all nearby exits, creating a standoff... but he broke through the siege and escaped again."

"..."

"After that, we used all our equipment to track his mana signature, but by then, there were no traces left to follow. It was as if he had vanished into thin air."

"Vanished without a trace..."

"I'm sorry, Commander."

The other subordinate, a woman with long hair tied up, briefly reported before lowering her head. She was the captain of the 8th Platoon of the 1st Battalion of the Central Branch of the Council and was unrivaled in the field of mana detection and tracking. Even for such a capable subordinate, it was just as frustrating to admit failure.

The Council's army had repeatedly dispatched powerful mages to pursue him, but the problematic individual, classified as a high-risk target, was overwhelmingly strong. In fact, it was fortunate that things always ended at this level, considering how powerful he was.

However, the world always values results.

Hugo, rubbing his forehead in exhaustion, shifted his gaze to the scattered documents on his desk. The contents of the documents were what could be called a letter of demand.

As time passed without the Council being able to capture Leonardo Blaine, voices questioning the Council's capabilities grew louder, and this had displeased the prideful council members.

However, the Council, to which Hugo belonged, had many responsibilities, such as maintaining social order and carrying out various missions to maintain security in the empire, so they could not always form a unit to track him down.

Moreover, this period was particularly prone to incidents, so he had to send the two individuals in front of him on another mission to a different region without a moment's rest.

Recalling the numerous failed attempts in the past, Hugo concluded that the reason was a fundamental difference in strength. With a small sigh, he made up his mind and slowly rose from his seat.

"I'll go in person."

"...Pardon?"

The 3rd Platoon captain, who had been complaining about the target being a demon, asked with a surprised look on his face.

"You're going in person, Commander?"

Hugo lightly nodded as he picked up his uniform jacket from the hanger. His resolute and solemn gesture made the 3rd Platoon captain feel a chill run down his spine. An aura of sharpness emanated from him, filling the office with a heavy atmosphere.

Until a moment ago, he had been rambling on about how much of a demon the target was, but now, faced with the commander's overwhelming presence, he felt a complex emotion towards the soon-to-be-captured individual.

Of course, he had always hoped that the commander would personally intervene, but now that it was actually happening, the situation seemed to be taking a grave turn.

If the commander were to personally pursue him, it would be unlikely for the target to be captured unscathed. After all, he wasn't the type to surrender so easily.

Hugo put on his jacket and fastened the cuff buttons on his wrist. Meanwhile, his cold gaze fixated on the name written on the letter of demand.

Leonardo Blaine.

Three years ago, he had been expelled from the military and, according to imperial law, all civilian mages in Raina Logia were required to register with the Council's management system. This law was intended to facilitate the monitoring and control of powerful mages who might cause trouble in the future.

However, immediately after being stripped of his position and released on parole from prison, he disappeared without a trace and naturally did not respond to the Council's summons to voluntarily appear and register his personal information. Whenever rumors of his sightings circulated, the Council would go after him, but by the time they arrived, he was always long gone.

As Leonardo Blaine had been a member of the Imperial Army, his information was shrouded in secrecy. Uncovering that information had been a challenge that the Council had yet to overcome.

Even when several of the Council's high-ranking mages were assigned to him, he always managed to gain the upper hand in battle and vanish without a trace. It was clear that he possessed exceptional combat skills, surpassing their expectations.

Hugo, who had repeatedly tasted bitter failure in his attempts to capture him, had grown weary of that name.

Whether he liked it or not, he had been dealing with that name for three years now.

As he recalled the numerous failed attempts of the past, Hugo concluded that it was time to put an end to this once and for all. He gazed at the document containing Leonardo’s personal information with a somber look. He stared intently at the photograph attached to the document, slowly tracing the face with his finger.

"We'll meet soon."

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3. Moonlit Night, Moonlit Silence, Moonlit Sleep

Synopsis:

Baek Li Cheong-ra, the true disciple of the Howeol Sect, was renowned in the martial arts world for his achievements beyond his age, his neat and beautiful appearance, and his righteous character. However, he harbored a strange and secret desire that others would surely point fingers at if they knew about it.

That desire was to be completely dominated by someone.

However, there was little chance of that desire being fulfilled in reality. Not only did Baek Li Cheong-ra strongly dislike his beauty being disheveled or appearing vulgar, but his desire also had very demanding conditions (the person had to be clearly stronger than Cheong-ra, never yielding no matter how much resistance he put up, not vulgar but elegant yet with a rough and ruthless side to their personality, not someone who wanted to kill him, and above all, had to be exceptionally good-looking).

Therefore, Cheong-ra thought that he would never be able to realize this desire in reality.

That was until he encountered a man who seemed to be molded exactly to his ideal type.

***

"Did I say I regret it?" Dang Ran-yeong said with a smile on his face, and for a moment, Cheong-ra forgot his anger.

In front of him was the perfect and ideal body of a martial artist. It was a perfect muscular physique that could be called a heavenly gift. Thick pectoral muscles and solid abs were clearly visible beneath. This was because he was only wearing a red silk robe loosely draped over his bare upper body.

Due to the state of his attire, which barely covered his shoulders and back, his muscular upper body was fully exposed. It was an exposure so lazy that it made the onlooker feel embarrassed. Cheong-ra's eyes wavered.

Noticing Cheong-ra's gaze, Dang Ran-yeong grinned, revealing his teeth.

"Baek Li Gongja."

Then, in the blink of an eye, he slammed Cheong-ra against the wall. The red robe fluttered and settled due to the swift movement that occurred without warning. Cheong-ra couldn't move an inch because of his arm that was painfully twisted behind his back. As he broke out in a cold sweat, Dang Ran-yeong pressed him even harder against the wall and spoke into his ear.

"I had my suspicions before, but now I know for sure."

"What is this sudden behavior...!"

Cheong-ra's mouth, which was about to protest against his arm being twisted even more as if it would be pulled out of his shoulder, closed shut. A groan escaped involuntarily. Dang Ran-yeong's body, pressing against his back and immobilizing him, was as hard as a rock. Dang Ran-yeong's hand slipped inside Cheong-ra's clothes.

"I never thought that behind such a pretty face and noble demeanor, you'd be a perverted bastard."

The grip of his hand was so rough that it felt like the flesh would be torn off.

"No! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Cheong-ra barely managed to struggle with all his might, trying to break free.

Dang Ran-yeong spoke so close that his lips pressed against Cheong-ra's earlobe. His thick, low-pitched voice resonated in Cheong-ra's eardrums and invaded deep into his mind. Cheong-ra's mind turned blank. Due to their excessive proximity, something heavy was pressing against the base of his tailbone.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice how you look at me longingly every time I beat you up?"

Main Character: Baek Li Cheong-ra

Male Lead: Dang Ran-yeong

Chapter 1

Prologue

Cheong-ra walked along the dark and secluded path under the moonlight. It was a place where the slums and the realm of the evil sect overlapped, as was often the case in bustling cities. A person with an aura that did not fit in such a place was wandering around, drawing attention from all directions.

If Cheong-ra had been an ordinary commoner, he would have already been robbed or even trafficked. However, his hand resting confidently on the hilt of his sword and the aura he exuded clearly indicated that he was a martial artist. Moreover, he was quite famous in Junggwon, so the groups of black-clothed individuals could only watch him with a mixture of regret and wariness.

"Is it really this difficult to find...?" Cheong-ra muttered to himself, suppressing a sigh. He had already been wandering for quite some time, starting from when the sun set until the moon rose. He stopped at a crossroads, slightly frowning his handsome face. Did he come this way earlier? Or was it a new path? After pondering for a while, he started walking again. Just as he was about to enter a darker path, risking the danger...

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Bermuda is currently at 233 chapters (Ongoing), Cloudless Sky 253 chapters (Finished), and Moonlit Night at 75 chapters (Ongoing).