Chapter 1

As I looked down upon the world, I saw my poor little Amadea being bullied and treated like trash. She was very beautiful, well, she was supposed to be, and very talented, but I chose the wrong family for her.

These mortals never understood the punishments I dealt them. But they kept blaming her. I could do right by her, but it seems they blame my little one for every action I have taken. I am so sorry that I have failed you. I promise I will make this right. I need more time to gather my strength.

After all, I used it all to make you perfect in just a short 18 years, and I will grant you the life you truly deserve. Please be safe. I can only do minor things to make you feel that you are not alone. Remember, you are my treasure for now and forever…

My life has been horrible since I could remember. My mother and father treated me poorly, beating and blaming me for every problem, but at least it made me stronger. I ran away at the very young age of 11, and finally, six years later, my hair has grown down to the middle of my back. I love my burgundy hair the most, but my mother was always jealous of it since her hair would never grow past her ears, so she would constantly shave it and forbid me from growing it out.

My mom beat me the first time I tried to grow it out, and I was not allowed to eat for two days! My father was no better. He would blame all his gambling losses on me, saying I was unlucky, and he would beat me every night as if he spent one night without hitting me would make him upset. I have always been intelligent and able to pick up new skills with barely any effort. I was able to learn to pickpocket to get a little bit of money just to make sure I don't starve.

Lately, I started running small errands for a small-time gang; well, I don't think of them as bad we do ask for protection but never force anyone to pay us! We also do help out with minor things. It feels more like paid vigilantes. Yeap going with that. It helps me sleep better at night anyways. But things can not always work well. We had a straightforward delivery. We had no idea what was in the box, but the money was good, and we could all finally buy a house and live together. I could afford to go and start college so we could start our own little sisterhood family.

"Amadea, ain't your birthday coming up?" Becky spoke softly, smiling. She was what held our little group together as a leader. She treated me like a blood-related sister buying me the sweetest treats. I nodded and smiled at her.

"We should go out and get some junk food with Chase and Bell!" She turned to look at me and shook her head.

"I was thinking of taking you out to eat just the two of us. I wanted to talk about something" Her face turned a bright red as she looked into my eyes.

"Is everything alright? Is there a prob.." Suddenly I heard multiple gunshots and felt myself tackled to the ground, a sharp pain in my side, and something wet on my face. I looked up and saw Becky covered in blood. "Becky!! A-a-are you okay please talk to me" I heard footsteps approaching, but I was too focused on Becky's face. She still had a smile, but I could not feel her breathing.

"This bitch has the package. Hurry up and take it. Leave no witnesses." I looked towards the voice and saw the barrel of the gun before hearing the gunshot ringing out, before my vision went black. Three days later, poor little Amadea died on her 18th birthday.

I slowly opened my eyes, the bright light making me squint to adjust to the brightness. What happened? Did I die just like that? Everything was going to start working out. I felt like crying, but I knew Becky would not want me to be a crybaby; I had to be strong. Suddenly a heavenly voice sounded.

"Hello, my little Amadea. I am sorry for everything that has happened. You are my precious daughter, but I could not protect you or give you the life you deserved… I spent most of my divinity to make you perfect, but I still fell short, so I pulled your soul here to make you an offer. Are you interested?"

I looked at the old-looking man trying to piece together all the information he just said to me. Was I really perfect? I was always good at what I did. It won't hurt to hear out what he can offer.

" What could you possibly provide me for all the things I went through?" The old man looked and chuckled. "Well, first, I will reincarnate you into a new world where your talent can shine, a world of magic and swords. But I have something even better. I am going to let you customize a system so you can live any life you would like"

My face must have looked very shocked. Was this going to be a golden finger to let me live a better life? "Before I make any decision can you please tell me your name, old man?" I at least should have a name for the man who supposedly created me at the least. He chuckled softly " I have had many names in many different worlds. Baaos, Kholldir,Rateus ,Shumdos,Qhostus and Quhthar to name a few but you can just call me father."

I looked at my supposed father in confusion as I never heard of any of these names here. "Why would you be my father? Are you everyone's father like of all humans?" He shook his head at me.

"No you are my only daughter I created only you but since I have nobody in this world I could only transplant you into a lucky mortal and I realized my mistake so this time you will be my true daughter I have a suppressed clone with a wife on this new world who will be your family once we have created a system for you I will put your soul into her womb and give you a loving family." I let a sigh at least I can have a family I know will care and love me "Alright I am ready let's do this"