
Western Fantasy: Hounded by Bad Luck, but My Words Become Law
西幻:厄运缠身,但我言出法随
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 27k Words
- Genre
- Western Fantasy
- Subgenre
- Epic Fantasy
- Updated
- 3d ago
- English
- Request a translation
Synopsis
Other names
- Plagued by Misfortune: The World Owes Me a Life厄运缠身:世界欠我一条命Former title · until Nov 2026
Stats
11Chapters
85Recommendations
Honours
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The room was filled with weeping, the moonlight cold and clear. All emotions culminated in the question, "Why were you born?" The mother's despair fell upon the innocent boy; the silent question was the most piercing knife in the long night.