Under the blue skies and white clouds there lay a vast and endless ocean.
The fishing boat drifted slowly, and Caroline Onassis was overcome with boredom as she looked at the report in her hands.
“Has that old woman shown any signs of reaction?”
A burly black man in front of her replied, “I’m afraid it is as rumored. Li Shuanghua did not care about this grandchild.”
“Tsk, I knew it. How could a cold-blooded old woman like Li Shuanghua give up the chance to get close to the Mage King for the sake of a grandchild she hates?” Caroline shook her head and said, “What else did those old geezers say? When can I return?”
“It’ll be another week. After this one week, regardless of whether Li Shuanghua takes action or not, we’ll need to get rid of that chap.”
“One week?!” Caroline shouted. “You want me to stay in this dratted place with no network, handphone or television for one week?!”
Cold sweat broke out on the burly man’s forehead as he answered softly, “This the Elder Council’s decision…”
“A bunch of idiots, old farts, good-for-nothings, crappy…” Caroline shouted, “Who was it that came up with such lousy idea? That cute little sister of mine?! Or that uncle of mine whose head is filled with pig’s intestines?”
No one replied. When Caroline was like a crazy roaring lioness, no one dared to reply.
Caroline spat, looking at the trembling burly man in front of her, and suddenly asked, “Is that chap awake?”
…
In the black nothingness, a purple flame was flashing in the distance.
“What do you wish for?”
Fang Xingjian shouted loudly, “Who are you?”
The voice ignored him and continued to say, “What do you wish for?”
“I want power. Power to make me invincible! Are you able to give me that?”
“What do you wish for?”
“Tsk.” Fang Xingjian shook his head. He had been dreaming the purple flames daily, but the other party would not show any reactions regardless of what he replied, and instead just kept asking him what he wished for.
The next moment, icy cold seawater was poured all over his body.
Intense pain came from his right arm.
Fang Xingjian gradually opened his eyes.
A black lady was looking at him with a brutal gaze, similar to a tiger assessing its prey.
“Hahahaha, Fang Xingjian, you’re awake?”
Fang Xingjian looked at his right arm, which kept sending signals of intense pain. When he saw the empty spot where his little finger had been, and the layer of bandages wrapped over it, a tinge of savageness flashed in his eyes. His little finger had been cut off.
“There was no other choice. We needed something to show your grandmother our sincerity.” Caroline walked to stand in front of Fang Xingjian, touched his face and said, “It’s too bad that that old woman really doesn’t like you.”
Fang Xingjian stared at her and asked, “Who are you? What do you want?”
Caroline gave a weird laugh and said, “I am Caroline Onassis. As for why we’re looking for you, it’s very simple. The Black Mage King is looking for a disciple, but there are currently two candidates. One of them is Fang Xingchen, while the other one is Doris Onassis.
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Paradise of demons and gods[En]
Fantasy"Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and...