The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live - Chapter 7 - Susu, Don’t Be Afraid_1

Revere knowledge, pursue truth, control fire, command frost, manipulate lightning, ride storms, enslave the undead...Spreading ancient prophecies and curses, known as the wizard.“Immortal Phoenix Bloodline + Ancient [Eternal Life] Rune...”“After forty million sunsets, I shall finally attain immortality!”

On the first day of their divorce, he said, “She'll be back before midnight.”The second day, “She'll be back in three days. It's just one of her stunt to make me mad”.The third day, “She cannot do without me so she'll be back in seven days.”On the seventh day, “She'll definitely come back within two weeks.”After a whole month... “Boss she's really doing it, she's kissed a stranger at the gala.”“Catch her and bring her home.”In her past life she was the good and enduring wife, in this life she became his little devious sin. A pain in the ass and his little ass kicker.“No one dared treat Mr Hamilton the way she did, do you think he would forgive her?”Harlow Blackwood was accused and wrongfully killed in her past life by her family and husbands family. But fate had other plans for her.When she returned, Harlow swore to take revenge on the people who killed her children and ended her life. But there was something else in this life. The husband who joined her enemies to attack her in her previous life turned out to dot on her more than ever before.In her past life Harlow was a mighty cook and would prepare food for the entire family, she turned into their slave to please them, yet no one liked her.But in this life...“I am useless hubby, I can't cook, clean, have kids or take care of you...Her hubby smiled. “None of those matters. I can cook, clean, take good care of you, and most importantly, give you children. How many are you willing to have?”In her current life, her husband has a huge secret too, what could that be?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.