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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 100 power stones = 1 bonus chapter. 50 golden tickets = 1 bonus chapter.

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Chapter 121 : Upwards

Alicarde's dark vestments blended into the shadows as he surveyed the group huddled together in the cage, their expressions a mix of terror and uncertainty.

He appeared more sinister than ever, his presence amplifying their fear.

"Wrath, deliver that Strigoi to the witch. If it's still alive afterward, retrieve it and take it to the dungeons."

The people exchanged fearful glances, uncertain of what fate awaited them—was it release or something far worse?

Without a sound, Wrath moved. The bicorn distorted the air around it as it teleported beside the writhing Strigoi. Reality rippled like disturbed water as the creature bent the space around it.

Alicarde extended his hand, and the sword impaling the Strigoi flew into his grasp, guided by the invisible force of his [Flux Field]. The hilt slapped into his palm with a satisfying thud.