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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

"Are you the one? You're M's one and only disciple?" Xander, the man in his 20s asked. It wasn't a contemptuous tone, but rather one of interest and intrigue.

Though he was supposedly older than Emilin, around a decade older actually, he didn't act like it. Well, this should actually be blamed on Emilin who acted well beyond her age rather than the 25-year-old Xander.

Xander's gaze shifted up and down, giving Emilin a one-over.

"I'm so jealous! You must be really amazing if Master M is willing to take you in as a disciple, I've been asking him for ages now and he's only ignored me."

It was more accurate to say that he had begged M for ages, rather than asked.

Meeting Xander Pt I: (Master-Disciple)