Dungeon Maker


Ch. 89

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this. “The Devil’s blood runs in our family.” That was the truth. Sadly my father was the owner of a takeaway chicken shop with the talent of turning his eyes blue, and I was the son of the takeaway shop who just happened to be slightly stronger than others. But five years later. They came for me.



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Author
Chwiryong
Language
Korean
Year
2015
Status
Completed
Access
Website
Title
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