Pale Lights - Chapter 97 - 50

Sue Kirin was a loser. Thirty years old with no hope for advancement at his job and no redeeming features except one, Magic. For as long as he could remember Kirin had dedicated his life to practicing the Arcane. Unfortunately, when he was passing down his knowledge to his niece, she lost control of her power resulting in a backlash of vicious energy that resulted in her being sent to the hospital, her life in critical danger.

Su Jinyue is a female chairman who owns billions of assets, but she is sent to prison by a couple—her boyfriend of seven years and sister. As a prisoner on death row, she hears the gunshots, and when Su Jinyue sees a familiar figure running towards her through the blood, she smiles sadly. Only then did she realize that she had fallen in love with this man.

If she could start over, she would definitely choose to marry him.

The blessings of fate bring her back to the beginning. Reborn, she returns to the beginning of everything. She swears never to make the mistake of her previous life again. She would never believe in her glib sister and boyfriend. More importantly, she has to figure out what secrets are hidden in her bracelet and background.

She wants power in this life, and so does he.

As for those who owe her and had harmed, she will not show mercy either.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.