Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

The arena buzzed with anticipation! Flora and Shadow faced off from opposite sides, their tension palpable. The executives watched, barely breathing, as Shadow roared and launched a punch straight at Flora's face.

But Flora, unfazed, just watched him with a lazy, almost wild air. As Shadow neared, ready to land his hit, Flora sprang into action! She swung her foot up, aiming a fierce kick at Shadow's stomach. Her move was swift and ruthless, sending a collective shiver through the crowd. Even the execs felt their throats go dry, witnessing Flora's sheer dominance as if they'd need to catch their eyeballs from popping out.

With a resounding "thud," the towering six-foot Shadow flew through the air like a kite with its string snapped. Flora, nimble on her feet, leaped up, snagged Shadow by the collar, and flung him back into the ring. "Again," she said, her chin lifted, clearly not done yet.

"No more, no more!" Shadow lay sprawled on the ground, waving his hand feebly. Continuing this would mean risking everything.

"Come on, I'll go easy this time," Flora teased, clearly not ready to call it quits.

"That's what you said before!" Shadow groaned, painstakingly pulling himself up, his face a mess, silently pleading for mercy from Flora's relentless attack.

Flora coughed awkwardly. She hadn't meant to go so hard. This wasn't just any brawl; this was martial arts at its finest. A bit too much force, and you could practically knock the soul out of someone.

With Shadow bowing out, Flora scanned the room, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Anyone else up for a challenge?" Her gaze flicked over the crowd, finally landing on the execs lingering at the entrance.

"How about a little practice?" she

suggested with a casual yet

audacious tone. The execs stood

there, speechless, realizing

wasn't just suggesting a sparet

looked ready to take their heads off.

Wasn't Flora from the Mortal World? How did she become such a martial arts powerhouse? Her earlier moves were unstoppable.

"Folks, you've got no idea. The lady's not just a martial arts whiz; she's also a crack shot!" someone nearby exclaimed, recounting Flora's feats, leaving the execs in a daze. Could anyone actually do all that?

"Ma'am, if you're still itching for more, why not face off with the boss?" Rory bravely proposed, seeing Flora's lingering energy. The whole training ground lit up with anticipation. This was the match everyone secretly wanted to see,

though only Rory dared to suggest

it.

Hearing this, Flora's eyes found Connor, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Connor, how about it?" She was genuinely curious about taking him on.

Connor chuckled, striding towards her. "I'm afraid that's not possible."

"Oh?" Flora arched an eyebrow.

"I, Connor, will always be your humble loser," he said, his voice deep and cool, yet laced with warmth and devotion that was almost tangible, sending shivers down spines and making knees weak.

"You don't need to do a thing-just

being there means I've already lost."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He stopped in front of Flora, leaning slightly, eyes fixed solely on her. "It's been that way from the start