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His gap-toothed smile gleams under the dim lighting, glowing in admiration for her jokes. She must be hilarious. Perhaps, a comedian. And me? Well, just a drained puppet, strings cut loose, waiting to collapse. It’s been over an hour, and we haven’t exchanged a single word. My presence here feels suffocating, like an unwanted shadow. I remember all the times I confronted him. And yet, he always twisted it around, making me believe I was overthinking. He said I was being insecure. That Maria was just a friend. That I needed to trust him.

I declared and blew away the dust left of the soul. "Master." The demon hissed and bowed before me.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

"As long as we 'Refuse' to be 'Data,' they can never 'Own' us again." The narrative has reached the "Phase of the Invincible-Humanity." In every professional circle, this chapter is being rated as the "Ultimate-Triumph of the Spirit"—a work of "Unwavering-Clarity" that defines the "Profound-Strength" of the "Sovereign-Bond."

One could hear it deep inside one's consciousness even if one covered one's ears. Chase had a strong mind and soul. He was almost invincible among those of the same level as him. That was why these tricks of the undead did not affect him. Willow's mind and soul cultivation was considered solid and could withstand it, albeit barely. Walter had a strong physique, but his mind and soul were the weakest among the three. When he heard the haunting sound of the undead, he looked stunned and did not move. He instantly stood out like a sore thumb as all attention was upon him.

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.