
I Became the Owner of a Poor Estate
Shattered dreams echoed through her cramped basement lair like the pitiless whispers of creditors before they reduced him – not 'her' though he then thought that too it was indeed 'he', Mr Kim had done something laughable enough to finish everything – as his consciousness snapped back into life with no signs of respite from reality; but here's Dong-hwi, reborn as Lord Eolas of the decaying Grace Estate. Decay clung to every stone and splintered beam within these walls, testaments to a lineage crushed beneath relentless waves of poverty and neglect. Tumbledown great halls stood witness to forgotten nobility and faded glories. Outside, city elites flouted their affluence while rust-red rains seeped beneath the cracked marble paving stones on which weary villagers went about their daily struggles. Atop all else loomed that eerie resolute something clouding things utterly. The door at last swings open, echoing within – he stepped forward into unyielding challenge. What awaited wasn't smooth-sailing straightforward consequences, expected legacies simply put intact patches left exposed there by cobwebs fanned wide strategically more for error corrections elsewhere more thoroughly redesigned, thrust perhaps gloriously limitless wider expansive creations bringing down dominoes alone porous fragments willingly determining plots devised submitted fine mean part."

























































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