Novels by ALAB NG APOY OFFICIAL

​​Frexia’s attention was caught, and she turned to look at me. She remained silent, but her eyes betrayed her curiosity about what I had just revealed.​I smiled at her reaction, feeling a sense of pride in my ability—something no one else could ever replicate. However, I confessed to her that while my celestial item could rewind time, the "Time Sword" constantly consumed my lifespan as a consequence. That was exactly why Ora had forbidden me from using it repeatedly.​"It’s not like I actually want to keep rewinding time," I muttered, laughing bitterly. "Who would want to die? It’s not exactly a pleasant experience." I chuckled at the thought of Ora believing I enjoyed resetting time every time I died in battle, when in reality, it caused immense trauma to both my mind and body.​"There is nothing good about dying in battle—the suffering, the desperation, the regret, and the rage. I feel all of that every time before I die."​I let out a long, shaky sigh and fell silent, gazing up a

​​The marriage proposal Ora suggested was so shocking that both Frexia and I nearly jumped out of our seats. The wooden floor creaked under the sudden movement. We couldn't believe what we had just heard.​"M-marriage? What kind of nonsense are you spouting, Ora?" I stammered, my heart racing.​"Are you out of your mind? Do you really think I’d marry someone like him?" Frexia added, her voice sharp with indignation.​I immediately objected as well. I had no desire to marry a violent woman—it wouldn't end well for someone like me, especially since she could break my bones with a single punch. I didn't want to end up a vegetable.​"Are you serious about making me marry this violent Amazon?" I retorted.​Frexia immediately grabbed me by the collar, her knuckles white. She was furious at being called an Amazon. Regardless, I insisted that she was far too volatile to be anyone's wife. Our argument grew so heated that the tribe leader intervened, forbidding us from bickering during such a

A few minutes after Ora introduced herself to the villagers, she requested a private place to speak where they wouldn't be overheard. The tribal chief led us into his home to discuss the mission.​"Please, Master, think this through carefully," Frexia interjected, opposing her master’s decision to let us in and insisting we were merely trying to deceive them.​The chief, however, said he could sense a mystical presence emanating from Ora and believed she truly was a spirit. I couldn't blame Frexia for her doubt; even I struggled to believe she was a Prime Spirit until she actually used her power on me.​"You’re right, it is unbelievable. Even I didn't want to believe it, but unfortunately, it’s the truth," I said with a sigh of disappointment. "She dragged me into a mission that’s impossible for a human. I keep wishing it was just a bad dream, but it's not."​Ora suddenly kicked me, declaring that my situation was a blessing rarely bestowed upon mortals. She claimed I was lucky to be

A heavy silence settled over the village for several long minutes after the Aksin soldiers departed. The air outside was cold, thick with the scent of damp earth and smoke drifting from the village hearths. The villagers remained standing in scattered groups, their faces still etched with deep disappointment—eyes full of worry, shoulders slumped beneath the crushing weight of their troubles. They knew they had no real choice; the government was a force far beyond their power to resist. The village of Black Raven, once a quiet sanctuary of peace amid vast forests for those who had survived the war, now felt like a cage slowly closing around them. The elderly merchant hurried over to the leader, Atu Rakso, who still stood in the center of the hall, exhaustion and anxiety carved into his features. “What happened during the talk, Leader? What are they demanding?” he asked, his voice low and trembling, already dreading the inevitable answer. That was when they learned the terms—the

​The next morning, I made preparations early. Since I couldn't take the children with me, I found and paid a group of hunters I had worked with previously to act as their mentors. I wasn't sure if the three-month apprenticeship I negotiated—funded by the gold I’d earned from selling materials—would be enough, but it was the best I could do for their future.​I wanted to teach them myself, to be the older brother they needed, but I couldn't sacrifice their safety for my own selfish desire for a family. I said goodbye with a smile, hoping our paths would cross again someday.​I left Kitam and headed toward Black Raven territory. As I trekked through the woods, I encountered several soldiers on patrol. According to the map I bought, there were still "Red Zones"—areas where the military refused to tread. Unfortunately, the Black Raven village sat deep within one. Monsters still teemed in those mountains, and the soldiers weren't willing to risk an ambush in the heart of the forest.​I wip

​When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the middle of a plaza. People were walking by on a peaceful, sunny day—there was no trace of the danger or carnage that had just ended my life.​I fell to my knees, gasping for air. A wave of exhaustion hit me, as if my legs had forgotten how to support my weight. As I scanned the surroundings, a jolt of recognition struck me: I was in Hayem City.​I couldn't believe it. I touched the ground, desperate to know if this was a dream or reality. I felt a pulse of energy from the crystal on my hand—a sign that Ora was still inside.​"Ora! Ora!! I know you’re in there! I need your help, hey, Ora!" I shouted, shaking my hand to get her out.​Ora manifested from the crystal and immediately smacked me on the head. "Don't shout at me! Where is your respect?" she shrieked.​I protested, clutching my head, but she cut me off, blaming me for our predicament. "Don't forget—you are the reason we’re in this mess. You keep ignoring my orders, and now you