Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God! - Chapter 6 - 4 Rewards_2

Have you heard stories of love, love that would never waver for years, decades, centuries or even millenniums to come?But can you really call it love?To keep loving someone forever and ever can't be anything less than crazy, can it?This is one such story.A story of a crazy love.And it's also a story of ...Someone somewhere who wished to be saved.Someone somewhere who wished to be free.Someone somewhere who wished to be able to someday make a wish.It's a story that was supposed to be a fairytale but it turned too ugly, too twisted, and far too wretched to be called one.

[Chaos Era | Empire Building | Power Struggle | Female Emperor]At ten, Jiang Shaohua entered the capital.At sixteen, she was forced into a political marriage.By twenty, she was widowed and left to raise her son alone.Years later, the choices of her youth returned as sharp arrows, piercing her heart with regret and sorrow.She died filled with grief and resentment, her eyes refusing to close.But when she opened them again, she found herself back in her youth.This time, she chose a different path. Step by step, with unwavering determination, she climbed toward the pinnacle of power.In this life, she would control her own fate.And the world would have no choice but to listen.

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I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.