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Eternal Undying Chronicles

Starting life as a college student is hard, but not as hard as dying on your very first day. Ali Asad was just your average guy, ready to start fresh in a new city for college. But when he jumped into traffic to save a mysterious woman, his good deed got him killed—fast and painfully. Just when he thought it was game over, he woke up alive... sort of. Turns out, the woman he saved, Carrisa, had a few tricks up her sleeve. Now resurrected as an immortal being and renamed Alicarde, he’s thrust into a world of ancient power struggles, dark magic, and impossible expectations. Bound to Carrisa’s fate, Alicarde quickly learns that being immortal isn’t all it's cracked up to be. Instead of focusing on classes or meeting new friends, he’s dodging dangerous foes, navigating Carrisa’s high-stakes supernatural battles, and trying to figure out just what his role is in all this madness. All while struggling with the fact that he really didn’t sign up for any of this. Thrown into a fight for survival with powers he barely understands and a fate that’s now intertwined with Carrisa’s, Alicarde has to adapt fast—or risk dying all over again, this time for good. join discord https://discord.com/invite/5VVpgK9DUU

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Chapter 142: Incomprehensible Words

The aroma filled the room, familiar yet elusive, and as Alicarde wandered toward the source, his curiosity peaked. Stepping into the kitchen, he found Malefica standing by the stove, gently stirring a pot while humming an unfamiliar tune. But it wasn't the cooking that caught his attention—it was her surprisingly relaxed demeanor.

Malefica wore a light white dress with long, loose sleeves, the fabric thin but not transparent. The dress, of course, failed to conceal her voluptuous figure, particularly the cleavage that naturally drew Alicarde's gaze. Her hair was tied in a bun, and she wasn't wearing her usual glasses, giving her an almost softer, more casual appearance.

Alicarde approached her from behind, stopping just inches away. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body as he leaned closer.

"So, what's cooking?" he asked, his voice low.