Jium (지움)

Imong is a place where things called "dreams", something people cannot see, gather Il-cheong is a young boy who used to live there but was exiled after his teacher got murdered Now he lives in the "present" along with dreamer Vesta, and together they work to heal dreams

“What’s wrong? Are you nervous?” A warm hand caressed my cheek. “It looks like you’ll start crying any moment now if you if I went any further.”

He murmured in a low voice.

“Well, shall we put that to the test?”

He snaked his hand across my waist and pulled me in. The moment our bodies touched, my breath caught in my throat. “Lately,” “Our relationship has become a little strange.”

His whisper wrapped around the shell of my ear perilously. The water inside the pot had started boiling, but neither of us dared to move. We merely stayed in place, facing each other. For 19 years, under our status as friends, The once indifferent man has slowly became heated over time, Until he has transformed into a man consumed by infatuation in the course of one month.

I possessed an extra who died as soon as the original work started. I was the hero’s incompetent guide. Only until I die, will the hero meet his new guide, the heroine.To safely stray from the original work, I pretended to be dead after consuming a toxic flower that throws you into a coma, but-“My guide isn’t breathing anymore.” ……? “Who the hell can stop me?” The hero awakened and went berserk?You awakened after thinking I died? You can’t possibly awaken like this….!“You’re leaving me?”Bliss scoffed at Shana’s resignation letter.“Is this a new joke?”“No. You don’t need a guide anymore so I…….”“Shana.”Bliss called her in a soft but determined voice.“You can make fun of me, you can deceive me like a fool, or you can play with me as much as you want. So don’t even joke about trying to leave me.” Bliss whispered to Shana with a beautiful smile that looked like a painting.“I just can’t let that slide.”

"Hire me. Business will boom if you hire someone with a face like mine." A suspicious new employee arrives at a shabby pub. He lives in a tiny studio apartment, yet he carries himself like a prince who owns the world. Why is he so confident despite constantly making trivial mistakes? Ji-woo, the pub manager, can't help but be bothered by him. "Noona, did you see that guy's car? It's a supercar worth over a billion won." As expected, he's strange and suspicious. Ji-woo doesn't want to admit she's attracted to him, but he keeps provoking her with his playful tone. "I told you, everything I have is on the larger side." "How could you possibly understand a body that even I don't fully understand?" Then, one day, he kisses her with a gaze of unfathomable depth. "Date me for a month. Properly." A strange secret romance begins with a suspicious man. Will she be able to end it safely after a month?

I transmigrated into a crazy novel and came to possess the body of ‘Roella’, a fake saintess who’s destined to die young. A moment of despair. A determined plan to survive. When the real saintess comes out, I’ll just say, ‘I knew it, I guess I’m a fake!’ then stand down! The perfect plan provided a moment’s repose. Ding—! 〈 Mission : A villainess, but forcibly turning over a new leaf! Raise your reputation. Apply the automatic curse word censorship. Penalty upon mission failure: Death within six months of the recognition of Sylvia as the real saintess. Reward upon mission success: Survival. Would you like to accept this mission? ( I want to ♥ / YES! ) 〉 A ruthless system window with no conscience appeared before my eyes. To ensure my survival, I followed what the system window said.

"Thy revenge is just. Luke Allfenster..." Despite returning to the past, Chloe Langsher decided not to change anything. But as she waited for her destined end, her knight came before her. “He won’t be able to kill you so make him think you're already dead.” She faked her death and fled, led by her knight. She believed that after all of this, there would no longer be any obstacles in her future... “Your life is mine.” Even God could have not guessed that we would meet again, him as the emperor suffering from terrible insomnia, and me, the unfortunate pharmacist who prepared his sleeping pills.