Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 145: The Final Winner

“I’ll clear your mother’s debt entirely. In return, you’ll marry me.”“Are you out of your mind? Do you really think I’d agree to such an absurd proposal?”“Possibly. But it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. You keep your shop, and I get what I need.”“And what exactly is it that you need?”“That’s none of your concern. All you need to know is that this deal benefits both of us.”Two years ago, Lunara entered a marriage she never wanted. Desperate to save her mother’s flower shop, she was cornered by Eryx, a man with a hidden agenda. With no other choice, she agreed, and found herself bound to him in a transaction of convenience—he needed something from her, and she needed him to prevent her world from falling apart.But after the papers were signed, he disappeared without a word, leaving her with nothing but unanswered questions and lingering bitterness.Now, fate has thrown them together once more but with a cruel twist, Eryx doesn’t remember her at all.Lunara believes she’s long since moved on. But when she sees him again, a stranger who has no recollection of their past, old wounds resurface. What was the truth behind their marriage? And why, despite the resentment, does her heart still stir when he’s near?

Majiatisi Lei En, the sole Descendant of the Heroes is the nightmare of his entire town.

The apprentice of a proud Warlock, Lei En works hard to learn his trade unknowingly causing mayhem for those around him.

So when he stood on the tower of the Supreme Wizard, shouting with a heroic flair:

”I want to be the greatest of the alchemist of the Shenji Continent!”

A resounding roar of, “Boos” from the townspeople was the only response he got.

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A mortal youth accidentally stumbled upon the path of immortality and struggled to move forward on the arduous journey of seeking immortality.The road to immortality is more difficult than reaching the heavens, yet despite the countless obstacles, his determination to pursue immortality remained unwavering.Looking back, the green mountains still stood, but his old companions had all turned to bones.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.