【運命の人】???????
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In which, an introverted, weebish, and somewhat scatterbrained girl died for no reason and ended up getting isekai'd on one of her favorite ongoing manga series.
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❝𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄❞
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦
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▬▬▬▬𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 lazily in his lavish armchair, black boots crossed at the ankle and propped atop his ornate mahogany desk
In one manicured hand he toyed idly with a glistening red pear, bringing it slowly to his lips and sinking his sharp fangs deep into the succulent flesh.
His eyes fixed unwaveringly on the menagerie of hideous creatures contained within their crystalline cages lining the shadowy wallsof his underground laboratory.
"Oi, why did you defend that girl? don't you realize that she disrespected me — a god?" Adamas growled from the corner, gnashing his teeth in barely contained irritation.
Adamas paced angrily around the dimly lit room, his leather boots echoing off the stone walls. That bastard Beelzebub had knocked you out cold with some spell before dragging your limp body who knows where.
Part of him expected Beelzebub to lock you away in some dank cell, ready to torture you fo information or simply for his own twisted amusement if you ever defied him again — but he never did, much to Adamas' disappointment.
"It has no manners. What kind of a terrible pet owner are you?" Adamas scowled.
Beelzebub smiled slyly, extracting the pit from the now hollowed pear with a dexterous flick of his thumb. You were a source of endless amusement for Beelzebub. The way you animatedly chattered about that Instagram thingy, and that cosplay thingy — it fascinated him.
The humans that he have met in the past never talked about things such as that — even the wannabe brave humans that tried to summon him never said anything like that too.
He mentally jotted down a note to delve into these peculiar subjects you were babbling about.
"Her spirit amuses me," he said, tongue darting out to flick lingering droplets of juice from his obsidian nails.
"The way she saw through you... And the way she knows that poseidon never looked at you in the eye... It's intriguing, don't you think?"
At the jibe, Adamas' features darkened like a storm-tossed sea.
"Hahhh. Intriguing my ass."
"You disgusting freak," he spat venomously.
"Ofcourse that shit will intrigue you. What if it's just a coincidence, huh?"
Adamas was too petty to accept his defeat.
"hm... I doubt it."
Beelzebub rested his head on his palm, his dark eyes locked onto Adamas.
