MTL - Spiritualist In Korea - Chapter 39 source of confidence

It’s my 100th life!! This life’s genre is fantasy.By the way, am I a prince?My mother was a maid, and my father is a king. However, I’m just a prince who is born with blood from a lowly class.It’s actually good! Yeah! It’s pretty good to me!There are no followers and no right of succession. I mean, people don’t really care about my existence.‘This is a place where you can live easily, right?’

Escaping from the wedding she dreaded with Crown Prince, Aed Ruad, Princess Anastasia ended up becoming the captive of the Lore's most dangerous man, Prince Ileus.

The city lights blurred as Evelyn Carter ran—away from the past, away from the voice that had kept her caged for years. Westbridge University was supposed to be her escape, a place where she could disappear, blend into the background, and finally breathe.But then he showed up.Adrian West wasn’t supposed to notice her. Loud, confident, and radiating a warmth she wasn’t used to, he crashed into her quiet world like a storm she never saw coming. And for the first time, silence wasn’t her only option.But the past doesn’t let go so easily.Secrets don’t stay buried forever.And running… running was never the same as being free.She thought she was invisible. He saw her anyway.Are you ready to uncover the truth?It is a slow-burn, heartwarming story about love, healing, and finding the light even in the darkest places.

One day, Lin Tian, an 18-year-old high school student, accidentally binds with a producer system. As long as he binds with a partner and cultivates them into a super “idol,” he can receive rewards. When he meets the equally eccentric and obsessive cellist Gan Yanyu, they hit it off immediately and start creating short videos, striving to achieve the highest honor in music competitions!Thus,In a season of cherry blossoms, just after winning an international competition, Gan Yanyu plays a piece that Lin Tian has never heard before on the stage in front of thousands of spectators.To Lin Tian's astonishment, the young girl puts down her bow and beams a radiant smile.“You’ve written so many pieces for me; this one is my composition for you.”“It’s called—‘Love Letter.’”