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Cameraman Never Dies

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!
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It's okay to die if everyone is alive.

After the death of all the members of the syndicate, aysel felt that she was the reason. Maybe if she didn't go to the gate to prove her abilities, and didn't ask for help .no... If she didn't have a voice, no one would die. If only you didn't wish to be among them.. If you don't want to be friends with them. If only she hadn't been greedy and stayed alone... Everyone died and she lived is useless. With mounting remorse, she summoned the terror of a demon, and as soon as his name was mentioned, humans almost fainted. Spreading chaos and corruption. By making a deal with him, time rolled back and she returned for a year before the disaster. Due to shock and regret, her voice was muffled and she could no longer speak. I felt if she spoke, everyone would die.... She inadvertently crossed paths with union leader ishak Hershofitz He frowns all the time, gets angry and doesn't say anything good when he opens his mouth. .... Excerpt Her body shivered out of control when it got colder. She dug between ishak's arms frantically rubbing the muscles of his body. "Damn it.." Her shoulders shrank at his obscene words and she couldn't help. She was a cold-fearing creature by nature, and she would die if it got colder. She tightened the robe that surrounded her and ishak and closed any slit from which cold air could enter. But even so she's still shaking. Her feet were frozen, and the Knuckles made a dull sound. She Lowered her head with some thought and soon an idea flashed through her little mind. After a while ishak watched her hands throwing her socks and shoes next to them, and her cold feet suddenly crept under his pants and frantically rubbed down his stomach. Muscles twitched and made a small noise as his jaw tightened and he watched her without saying anything. With the heat generated, her feet began to feel warm and she gave a comforting sigh that made his eyebrows rise. When she raised her head, her eyes choked with a pair of violet eyes, dry as usual. She didn't think much and the rabbit pecked her nose down his chin naturally. He felt she had developed a habit of clicking on him like this before bed every day. It was annoying and irritated him, but he still closed his eyes silently and rested his back against the tree.
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