The Plagiarist

This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

Sparrow Translations

Atlas Studios

Carefree Path of Dreams

With the whispers of the specters, the concentrated power of death quickly spread in the tent.

White foam overflowed from the two guards' mouths, seeming like they would die at any moment.

Rolisa's face was ghostly pale, clearly having encountered something extremely horrifying.

Of course, the witch herself was the most severely affected.

Greenish-black veins emerged on her face and darkened continuously, even rotting straightaway.

"It's indeed the power of death… Now I sort of believe that this Specter Ship sails across the boundary between the netherworld and the mortal world," Fang Yuan murmured as a veil of fog emerged on his body.

The emblem of the Dream and Armament Master shined brightly on the witch's chest, releasing circles of power.

The specters screamed, the illusion in the tent disappeared, and the chilling aura quickly broke down.

Extraordinary Ship