SPSOV 70🖤

‏Round, heart-shaped face, plump body, and wings unable to fly. Connie Heart, a penguin divine being who has yet to awaken, was born with the mission of ‘Salvation.’ [Where am I?] In order to explore her own life, Connie Heart set out on a journey with her plump body. The place she arrived at happened to be the fearsome Barun Mountain, known for swarming evolved monsters. There, Connie Heart encounters numerous monsters… “Kikikiki! This lush and thick hair, free from worries about hair loss! Oh, my handsome face!” Connie Heart, who considers herself the penguin’s head, and “Eek! Sir, my bones are broken again!” The absurd and feeble skeleton legion, and “Ogre, if you eat a human, you’ll gain weight. If you gain weight, Duraan will be upset. But I want to eat.” Ogres always revealing their desire for food, and “Fhuhahaha! Yety is flying! Everyone, move aside, kyahaha!” The small and fluffy Yety, and “Hweeee! The chameleon took my eyes, nose, and mouth again! My eyes, my nose!” The snowman who always cries after losing eyes, nose, and mouth. Today, the paradise of creatures where humans dare not tread, Barun Mountain, is a bit strange and quite peaceful. [This is bad. I need to escape quickly.] Now serving as Duraan’s head, Connie Heart sighed deeply. “…… Head.” However, it wasn’t just the baby penguin Connie Heart whose fate was tied to Barun Mountain. There was also a seriously cute seven-year-old boy. Dhiope, who made short sounds while hiding his identity. “Is the head getting along with me? If I throw it away, it won’t grow back, right? Because I’m a head collector.” But Connie Heart knows. That this little human, with maxed-out acting skills, is an ambitious and dangerous 18-year-old villain with plans to overthrow the world. ๑ ♡ ๑ “Dhiope. Are you okay?” Attempting to lift the cloak to check his face, something from within pulled her with a strong grip. It was only then that Connie Heart realized something was amiss. Under the unlit cliff, the arms encircling her waist were too sturdy. The cloak moved slowly. It seemed as if it was contemplating or perhaps deliberately delaying time. Then, with a rustle, a white and robust forearm emerged from the soft fabric. Broad shoulders and well-defined chest followed. “Dhiope?” It wasn’t a child’s body. Rising with undulating shoulders and well-sculpted muscles was something that… “Dhiope?” He was handsome. Long, orderly eyebrows, a straight yet proud nose, clearly defined lips sealed tightly, eyes as chilling as the depths of the unknown. Beneath that, smooth, pale skin. To Connie Heart, everything about him felt unfamiliar. “Hello.” Even his simple voice. “Nice to meet you, Heart.”