HE WAS ONCE A MORTAL MAGE WHO ATTAINED GODHOOD IN MAGIC AND WAS NAMED AS A COSMIC SINGULARITY. NOW HE GOT REINCARNATED AS A SIDE CHARECTER IN A MEDIVEL FANTASY NOVEL.
Edith opened his eyes to view an unfamiliar yet oddly familiar celling. His body hurts and head feels heavy. He looked around a modest room with a study table in one corner, a huge brown curtain, which made it impossible to determine the time, a small cupboard with an attached mirror and the small bed he was sleeping.
"Where am I?"
A surge of memories flashed through his eyes. Memories of the previous owner of his current body. He ran towards the mirror, his heart racing with anxiety.
"I, the most powerful magus, the first mortal who ascended to godhood, who broke the laws of heaven, who's titled as the singularity of all creation, gets reincarnated and I still look like FUCKING GIRL!, STILL THE SAME NAME, EDITH. REALLY?"
He examined himself in the mirror, long black hair with a few dreadlocks. Jet-black eyes shining like a diamond, his soft-fragile beauty.
"WHY, THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?"
"OI, why are you shouting so early in the morning?" asked a quavering voice. A tiny figure floated beside Edith's head. A woman with white hair and red eyes, dressed in black, rubbing her eyes.
"Eh?, did you turn over a new leaf and went modest or did we go bankrupt in one night? No, you are not the type to change for the better, it must be the latter."
"No!, why would you even think that?"
"Then what's up with this storeroom?"
"We died, and got reincarnated?"
Ivy looked at him for a few moments, trying to comprehend what he said. She was a being made completely out of magic. Her body alone could provide mana to an entire continent for at least a million years. Thanks to Edith's looks and high mana power, oddly drew her to him.
"Pftt... still an adorable, lovely, androgynous boy I see"
"Shut up, loli grandma"
"Heh, who you calling grandma, you pervert magnet, who almost lost his virginity to a bunch of drunk old perverts."
"Thud!"
"OW!, my head, that fucking hurts, you ass"
"Never bring that up, ever again"
"Yeah, yeah, where on earth are we, anyway?"
"Well, you remember the novel we read few days back, right?"
"Which one, you read at least 500 last week itself"
"Tch, the one where the MC, is loved by his father and mother, while his half-brother got left behind by his mother, who is the first child of the highly advanced empire, Bara, filled with jealousy he tries to kill the MC but got found out and later gets himself killed at the hands of the MC."
"AH, let me guess, you became the second brother"
"Yup"
"Man, your life is a mess, so what now then"
"Obviously, escape from this rat hole first"
"Did falling into the life and death river while being chased by the goddess of death mess your brain or something?"
"why?"
"With that weak body of yours, the moment you step out, someone would sell you to a brothel, or maybe worse."
"Right, old perverts are everywhere. I guess I should start with mana reconstruction."
Mana reconstruction was a spell created by Edith, whose primary function was to strengthen one's bones, muscles, and cleanse the marrow by absorbing mana around him. This was one of the reason he got the nickname Singular God of Magic. His ability to create any spells which can violate the laws of nature and use any spells made even the gods wary of him.
Two minutes pass had passed since he started absorbing the energy.
"HAHA!, this body is a mana body!"
"Mana body?"
"Yeah, everybody is born with a fixed capacitance for mana. An average person has up-to 100L, while a prodigy's reaches up to 10,000 or more. It might vary from species to species, but everyone has a limit, a fixed limit, a wall that must never be crossed if you don't one to die in the most gruesome way possible, except for a person with mana body, they don't have a limit, the hero who saved the continent in our previous world or an apostle send by the gods, they all had mana body. A body with a limitless potential and unpredictable faith. Even I can't tell my future.
"And... this is good, right"
"Good? I can use my full power within a week? Using this body, our tale is going to be scarier than the previous one. Isn't that exhilarating?"
"Can't we just live a slice of life?"
"HA!, slice of life for the one who made three cosmic law breaking spells. Did you lose your mind while reincarnating?"
For the first time in his life, Edith was sensing a new emotion, excitement.
In her previous life she was a spoiled noble child who caused the death of her entire family. Now in the 21st century she a military general who is doing her best to to wash her sins away. During a mission she dies and returns to her previous life. With her vast military and medical knowledge combined with her utility subspace she will try her best to make amends and use this second chance given by god to the fullest.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.