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Park Yul got transported to the world of a novel.
Well, sure. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) He has read a lot of fantasy novels so far, so he was not surprisingly intolerant of such a thing. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Live a little, get transported into a novel! And then come back! That’s how to live, isn’t it?
But, why did he possess the cotton doll given to the character who would become the insane, obsessive male lead in the future?
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“Levi, the doll you gave me seems to be moving.”
“What are you talking about?”
Yul endured the gaze of the Archduke who was staring at him.
‘Be patient, be patient. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) If you even breathe now, you will be f*cked.’
“Hmm. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Yes, it must be my imagination.”
The Archduke then turned around and said flatly.
Yul lived. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) He had survived such a miserable life, and today too.
“Levi.”
“Yes.”
“Burn that.”
“What?! Nooo!!!!!!!!!”
As he screamed out in a panic, surprised eyes turned to him.
‘Oh, I’m f*cked.’