روايات وقصص ضمن Thất Nghiệp Chuyển Sinh Light

He sighed. “The text said that Darkness and Light stopped reincarnating, forsaking the pack. That’s not the truth. Darkness told me that they can only be reincarnated if the host accepts them. So when generations ago the hosts started to reject them, for reasons he didn’t disclose, they couldn’t come back. And it takes them a full century to rebuild the energy needed to return again.” Crista chimed in. “There was also a prophecy that my Nonna Katrina wrote in the book. She wanted me to find it because the prophecy is about me.” Papa sighed.

"What? I don't think I heard your last sentence correctly." Jay crossed his arms. "You heard it correctly. The probability of a white witch born naturally is close to none. The gene was too recessive and prone to natural death before the child could mature. To continue the Path of Light, a higher celestial being associated with the white witch would deliver an empty vessel to the current white witch. They would perform a link with the new vessel, and the Path of Light would breathe in a new life into the vessel at the cost of the ritual conductor's life. It's a sacrifice to continue the Path of Light."

The guardian, a celestial guide through the labyrinth of possibilities, urged me to discern the echoes within the astral dialogues. The astral dialogues, a dance of cosmic revelations, became a tapestry of intertwined destinies. I pressed further, seeking clarity amidst the celestial whispers. "The astral symphony holds the key to the nexus of uncertain futures," the guardian revealed, their voice a harmonious blend with the celestial cadence. Choices unfurled like cosmic petals, each one carrying the potential for cosmic rebirth or dissolution.

He had intentionally forced me into a corner where I would never succeed in life. "So what?" I sneered. I shot him one last disgruntled look before I turned on my heel and left. I resigned from my part-time job and found another job involving more manual labor. The pay wasn't as good, but it was enough to keep me afloat. After all, my goal was to lessen the financial pressure on my family. I let out a sigh of relief once Joseph vanished from my life. Just seeing him had always reminded me of how pathetic I'd been in my past life.

Only then did the company choose not to take him to court. He and the pregnant Irina had to rent a new place to stay. After getting fired from the company, he had difficulty finding a new job. I'd asked Emma to help me inform all of the relevant companies in the city about his prior misdeeds. Left without a source of income, he had no choice but to borrow money to pay for his expenses. Slowly, his debts piled up, and he was still not bringing in any money. I wondered how long Irina and Edgar could stay together under such conditions.

“What’s it saying?” She swallowed. “It’s showing me something.” “What kind of something?” Her voice went distant. “A city. But not ours. It’s made of light… everything’s connected. No pain, no loss, no death. It says I could make that real.” Adrian felt a chill crawl up his spine. “That’s not real, Maya. That’s bait.” Her jaw tightened. “But what if it’s not? What if we’ve been wrong about it this whole time?”

"I was forced to stay by your side as a slave. Lyra is the only one who truly understands me. If you hadn't insisted on owning me, I wouldn’t have been forced to watch miserably as the woman I loved fell for another beastman. You're surrounded by lackeys, and you have people you can count on. You don't need me to save you, but Lyra is different. As a concubine-born daughter, she’s looked down on and has no support. I'm the only one she has now." The icy river water seeped into my bones. I could not believe what I was hearing. Thalyx's eyes held no hesitation. Seeing me about to be swallowed up by the water, he impatiently huffed his cheeks and used his massive tail to roughly shove me to the

Squatting down, I held her chin and whispered into her ear, "In my previous life, you two scoundrels leeched off me, and you're doing it again in this life. Shayla, do you really think I'm that fucking stupid?" Shayla's eyes widened, her expression filled with horror. "You… you are…" "Yes, that's right. I was reborn, just like you," I whispered. Shayla shook her head hard. "No, that's impossible. If you were reborn, why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?" Something occurred to her. She grabbed my hand and asked, "No, wait. In the previous life, you bought this lottery ticket and won 50 million dollars. It was the same shop and the same numbers. What happened?"

"Even if we had our problems before, we should've talked them out. You left without a word and just disappeared. Do you really think that was okay? Do you have any idea how miserable I've been these past two years? "If I hadn't come to Costa Solara, would you have ever come back to Novaterra? I wronged you in my past life, sure, but that's over. This is a new life. Why are you still keeping your distance? Why are you still trying to walk away from me?"

“We’re all grown up now, Connor. This time, we’ll all get what we want.” “What are you talking about? The marriage agreement is set in stone. Who else would you marry?” I looked at him silently. In this timeline, I would be the one to leave. Thus, Connor would not die in that horrible flood. Even though I knew that everything in the previous timeline would only end in pain and heartbreak, the love and trust I felt for Connor was not so easily vanquished. In the end, I could not withstand the heat of the day and fainted.