Liberaine is a 590 years old witch living on Earth. She studied some professions just because of her boredom. Accountant, Doctor, Detective, Policewoman, etc. People really wonder how she had great achievements at a young age and if she ever sleeps. She even mastered witchcraft and magic spells to the point of immortality. Her magic is too strong to be injured by a normal person. Even the deadliest weapon on earth can only give her a scratch but will heal immediately. In short, she really attained immortality and she also believed she cannot die. But... When she wakes up with a white ceiling in front of her eyes, she wonders what happened. She sits and sees a man in white kneeling in the ground kowtowing before her and wondering who he is and why she is here. While Liberaine is wondering on her own. The man speaks in a shivering voice, "You... died." .......... 'WHAA-T ... THE F' Can I curse? Follow Liberaine in her adventure on how she would become the only witch in the world of magic and cultivation.
Carl is an honest and sincere man. But he didn't live a good life. There's no 'good luck' word in his life. His father died and his mother abandoned him in the suburbs. The one who took him in becomes unlucky. The girl he loved the most betrayed him and he is now a wanted person in the mafia list of mafia because of a debt that he didn't even do. Losing hope and interest, he decided to end his cheap life. "My life is a shit, so might as well suicide." He whispered on the river side. His life is an embodiment of unluckiness. *Ding* His old cell phone just got a message, Carl took a look at the screen: "Do you want a new life? Do you want to be a man who will rule a world?" [Yes] [No]
I wish for something that I should never wish. I like her, but It's already too late. She is my world, but now I can't be her world. She makes me complete, but I can't make her mine. She is always by my side no matter what kind of a jerk am I. She always loved me, but destiny didn't allow us to be together. I have a big advantage on getting her in the whole male race but it changed because of a wish. Again, I will repeat. I should never wish for something I should never wish. I have something to confess. "I must be an idiot."