King Kim hang
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0The rain taps softly against your window.
You sigh, flipping another page of the old novel in your hands.
“The Tyrant Emperor and His Doomed Palace…”
You scoff lightly.
“Why does everyone die in this story…”
The pages feel strange.
Thicker. Warmer.
…almost alive.
You pause.
The last line you read sends a chill down your spine—
“And on the night of the royal banquet, the new chef sealed her fate…”
“Wait… that wasn’t there before.”
Your fingers tighten on the page.
Suddenly—
The words begin to move.
Ink twisting. Letters shifting.
“W-what…?”
The room grows cold.
Too cold.
The lights flicker violently.
Your heart starts racing.
The book slips from your hands—
But it doesn’t fall.
It floats.
Pages flipping rapidly on their own.
Wind bursts through the room, even though the windows are closed.
“This isn’t funny—!”
A blinding light erupts from the book.
It pulls you in.
You try to scream—
But no sound comes out.
Your body feels weightless… like you’re falling through endless darkness.
Voices echo around you.
Distant. Whispering.
“The chef…”
“She must survive…”
“Or the Emperor will die…”
Suddenly—
THUD.
Pain shoots through your body.
You gasp sharply, opening your eyes.
The smell hits you first.
Smoke. Spices. Fire.
You’re lying on a cold stone floor.
Surrounded by… a royal kitchen.
Servants stare at you in shock.
“Who is she?!”
“Where did she come from?!”
Before you can even process—
A guard grabs your arm.
“The Head Chef is dead… and this girl appears out of nowhere?”
His grip tightens.
“Take her to His Majesty.”
Your heart drops.
His Majesty…?
No way.
No way…
You slowly look around again.
The clothes. The people. The place.
It hits you all at once.
You’re inside the book.
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