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003 - Confronting the Master of the House

“What's wrong with them, always using you as a messenger?" Qin Yun asked Qin Meihui rhetorically as he shook his head. "Although I enjoy seeing you, don't they know you have things to do besides yielding to their every whim?"

Qin Meihui could only smile wryly.

“Who else but me can tolerate your lazy bum?” she said half-jokingly.

Qin Yun smiled slightly. While her statement was mostly true, the proper reason should be that she would be the only one he would listen to. S...

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002 - A Scientist at Work

Once again, Qin Yun was sprawled out on the stairs leading to the Main Hall, reflecting upon the implications of his upcoming marriage. All around him, clan members passed him by as they gave him looks. You know the types: ones filled with mockery and derision. Still, Qin Yun wasn't bothered by it.

By no means was he a deviant, but anything was better than indifference. Qin Yun dreaded only two things from the bottom of his heart: boredom and solitude.

Solitude was self-explanator...

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001 - The Engagement of the Family's Shame

Qin Yun leaned on a sturdy broom, resting his chin over his hands. While he was tasked with sweeping the grounds by the family’s elders, he found something else that held his interest.

A small bird in the distance flapped its multicoloured wings in an effort to attract a female of its species. While such a thing was all too common, Qin Yun couldn’t help but muse that some things were irrelevant of species. The urge to find companionship was universal.

Qin Yun, too, would one d...

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000 - Prologue - Birth of a Planeswalker

“Hey! Mikhail! We'll all drink at Johnny's tonight. Are you in?"

A man in a loose-fitting shirt stood at the threshold of Mikhail's lab, sporting a slightly intoxicated expression. Mikhail could smell the alcohol in the man's breath, even from the other side of the room. Still, despite the noise the man's loud voice emitted, Mikhail paid no attention; he was too absorbed in his research.

“C'mon! Weren't you looking forward to it?" the man said as he approached the workbench, w...

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