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Atsushi Kamiya, former mangaka, now the most wanted "Cheat Summon" in the imperial capital, stood with his stylus pen glowing faintly in the moonlight. Behind him, a massive two-page spread of ink hung in midair—a panel he'd drawn just seconds ago.
The battlefield fell silent.
And Graviss, for the first time in three hundred years, felt something cold crawl up his spine.
The beast roared, its scales reflecting the distant fires of the siege, and lunged at the enemy vanguard.
The Demon General Graviss , a towering figure with armor made of compressed bone, watched the battle through a scrying mirror. He crushed the mirror with one hand. "Then we don't fight his creations. We fight his hand ." Chapter 117: The Blank Page Atsushi collapsed to one knee.
But Atsushi wasn't smiling. His right hand trembled. His Oekaki Skill: Realized Panel allowed him to bring any drawn scene into reality—but each use drained his Vital Ink , a resource tied to his life force. The more detailed the illustration, the greater the cost.
A door .
Beyond it wasn't a place. It was a page . A blank page. And on that page, anything could still be written. They stepped through.
Atsushi Kamiya, former mangaka, now the most wanted "Cheat Summon" in the imperial capital, stood with his stylus pen glowing faintly in the moonlight. Behind him, a massive two-page spread of ink hung in midair—a panel he'd drawn just seconds ago.
The battlefield fell silent.
And Graviss, for the first time in three hundred years, felt something cold crawl up his spine. Atsushi Kamiya, former mangaka, now the most wanted
The beast roared, its scales reflecting the distant fires of the siege, and lunged at the enemy vanguard.
The Demon General Graviss , a towering figure with armor made of compressed bone, watched the battle through a scrying mirror. He crushed the mirror with one hand. "Then we don't fight his creations. We fight his hand ." Chapter 117: The Blank Page Atsushi collapsed to one knee. And Graviss, for the first time in three
But Atsushi wasn't smiling. His right hand trembled. His Oekaki Skill: Realized Panel allowed him to bring any drawn scene into reality—but each use drained his Vital Ink , a resource tied to his life force. The more detailed the illustration, the greater the cost.
A door .
Beyond it wasn't a place. It was a page . A blank page. And on that page, anything could still be written. They stepped through.
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