[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith":3,"chapter-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-779":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Childhood Friend of the Zenith",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1240579,1667,"Chapter 778","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-779",779,"\u003Cp>“D…dad…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mind went blank at the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something I’d neither said nor heard in my entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I just hear that right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did he really just say… Dad?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I narrowed my eyes, staring hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how I looked at him, the kid’s face was a perfect match to my own younger self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, he looked about seven—definitely no older than ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small and scrawny, just like I had been before my transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp and rebellious, full of dissatisfaction, yet staring straight at me with an odd mix of curiosity and determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how I looked at him—he was me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…What the hell is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t possibly be my past self, so who—or what—was this kid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why the hell was he sitting on Namgung Bi-ah’s lap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We locked eyes for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few seconds, the kid made the first move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped off Namgung Bi-ah’s lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ah….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namgung Bi-ah let out a faint sound, as if disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was I imagining that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kid landed softly on the floor, eyes still fixed on me, and started walking over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closer he got, the more I could see it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God, he really did look like a brat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as a kid, he had the kind of face that just begged for a scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before I could react—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly wrapped himself around my leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tiny body—barely big enough to reach my knee—clung to me tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as I tried to pull away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vibration echoed from my heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was faint but unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment I felt it, my eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid’s identity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as I was about to say it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Dad? You’re my dad, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seriously? Dad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—how old is this kid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, Young Master Gu. You’re more of a man than I thought. Real men should—uh, don’t look at me like that, Lady Moyong….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shut my mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing up, I saw every single person in the room staring at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions ranged from shock to outright hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Moyong Hee-ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes kept flicking between the kid and me, shifting from suspicion to certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, I couldn’t help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you all thinking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I already knew they were jumping to conclusions, but this was ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at their faces, I knew if I didn’t clear this up quickly, I was screwed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not what you think.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not what we think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not! Does that even make sense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously, how old did they think I was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And besides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just look at the kid’s age.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at least six—probably closer to seven or eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if I tried to do the math—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How young do you think I’d have to be to have a kid this old?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t give birth, obviously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the timeline didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least five or six years ago, I was still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Barely surviving.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was right after my return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d spent most of that time training, fighting, and clawing my way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the hell would a kid fit into that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not that it’s impossible, technically….’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we included my previous life, sure, I’d be old enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m not even married.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, I was late for marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if I’d planned for a family, it should’ve happened much later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had too many enemies, too many loose ends—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marriage? Kids?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would just add more vulnerabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of nonsense are you all spouting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others didn’t look convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…But you look exactly alike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And he called you Dad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even I thought he looked too much like me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the way he clung to me, calling me Dad—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wouldn’t jump to conclusions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Listen. He’s not mine. I’m telling you—he’s not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This whole situation was pissing me off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn it. If I’d at least done something suspicious, this would be less frustrating.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had lived like a monk in this life—clean and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t even defend myself properly because the accusations were so ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moyong Hee-ah stepped forward, her sharp eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then who is this child?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Before we go there, can someone explain why he’s even here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Judging by your reaction, you do know who he is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t just pretend not to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resemblance alone made that impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to top it off—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vibration I’d felt earlier told me exactly what he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I needed to tread carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could say anything, Moyong Hee-ah pressed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We found him in your residence. Namgung Bi-ah discovered him—naked and asleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In my residence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namgung Bi-ah?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She averted her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something suspicious about that reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wanted to ask her why she was there in the first place, but Moyong Hee-ah cut in again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We dressed him, but…he kept asking for his dad. And let’s be honest—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looks exactly like you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t argue with that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you all gathered here thinking he was mine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not thinking—just…confirming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confirming? You were certain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threatening to kill me if I didn’t show up? That wasn’t confirming—that was accusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And judging by their expressions, they still didn’t believe me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moyong Hee-ah crossed her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you absolutely sure he isn’t yours?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the last time—yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stay calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He might look like me, but there’s no way—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt a small hand grabbing my pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down, I saw the kid pulling at my clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I asked, exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face crumpled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Dad…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears welled up in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad…you’re not my dad…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock filled the child’s trembling eyes, and tears began welling up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, hey! What’s with the tears?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daaad….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad?! Why the hell would I be your dad? Get off me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic shot through me as I tried to pry the kid off and back away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s garbage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re too cruel, Young Master….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room’s atmosphere shifted into something downright chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, I already looked like the worst kind of scumbag—a man denying his own child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kid’s pathetic expression wasn’t helping, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was I supposed to do about this mess?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could figure it out—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Come here….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Namgung Bi-ah who spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sniffling child turned and waddled back into her arms, curling up in her lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at the scene, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted the kid with practiced ease, holding him close and gently stroking his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—she looked at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze was calm, but it felt like she was silently demanding an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even if you look at me like that….’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one thing I could say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m telling you again—it’s not true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Not true…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. He’s not my kid—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Okay….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namgung Bi-ah nodded and turned her attention back to the child, brushing his hair with surprising tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way she soothed him left everyone else in the room visibly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Moyong Hee-ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face flickered between disbelief and anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, it was both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bi-ah….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Moyong Hee-ah spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namgung Bi-ah tilted her head, genuinely confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all you wanted to know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Namgung Bi-ah nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said no. That’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was completely flat—like the matter was already settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Moyong Hee-ah wasn’t buying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just going to believe him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? How can you trust him that easily—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hee-ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moyong Hee-ah immediately shut up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even I was surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namgung Bi-ah almost never called people by name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You already know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Know what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That he’s telling the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moyong Hee-ah clenched her fists, visibly frustrated but unable to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only sound in the room was the soft patting of the child’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Then what is this kid, anyway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moyong Hee-ah turned back to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s not yours. But he was in your room. He looks exactly like you. And you clearly know him. So who is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Namgung Bi-ah’s reaction was the strange one here—just brushing it off without a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I did need to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How the hell do I explain this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced at the kid—still snuggled up in Namgung Bi-ah’s lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why the hell does he look like that?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My head throbbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew exactly who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if I didn’t know why he suddenly looked like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Dol-Dol.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Dol-Dol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creature born from the red mana stone I’d absorbed years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d started off as a small snake and grew larger and more monstrous over time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the point where he’d become the size of a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, he’d been too big to keep anywhere near me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why does he look like this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of a monstrous beast, he was suddenly…human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I briefly wondered if it might not actually be Dol-Dol—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No. It’s definitely him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was connected to me—linked to my energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could still feel that connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So there was no mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why had he changed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could only think of one possible reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did it happen because of me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dol-Dol had always transformed along with my growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after what happened with the mana stone earlier, my body had definitely changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had to be the cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the fact that he looked like my younger self?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is it because of my energy?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been created from my power, so it made sense that he’d take on my image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…Does that technically make him my kid?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biologically, no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But spiritually?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, maybe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that I could explain it like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Yangcheon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stares grew sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do I just admit it?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even I knew that would get me killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What if I just play dumb?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claim he’s mine and tell them it’s none of their business?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my instincts screamed that would be a very bad idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then what do I do?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as panic started setting in—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An idea hit me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Yangcheon? Are you going to answer or—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s my brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moyong Hee-ah froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said—he’s my brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Your brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. Not my son—my little brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pointed at myself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then at Dol-Dol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our father’s his dad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of glass shattering made me turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood Mi Horan—my mother—frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes locked on me, wide with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Mother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>____________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TL Note:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hi! Just a reminder - Dol-Dol is the main character's riding dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>",1851,"2026-06-05T15:10:17.629Z",1,"novelbin.me","2bcda2291909970786eaeece9e6ae752a861776cb4ead8f5b1744be5f788325d","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-780","childhood-friend-of-the-zenith-chapter-778",974,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchildhood-friend-of-the-zenith-cover.jpg"]