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Starting life as a college student is hard, but not as hard as dying on your very first day. 

Ali Asad was just your average guy, ready to start fresh in a new city for college. But when he jumped into traffic to save a mysterious woman, his good deed got him killed—fast and painfully. 

Just when he thought it was game over, he woke up alive... sort of. Turns out, the woman he saved, Carrisa, had a few tricks up her sleeve. Now resurrected as an immortal being and renamed Alicarde, he’s thrust into a world of ancient power struggles, dark magic, and impossible expectations. 

Bound to Carrisa’s fate, Alicarde quickly learns that being immortal isn’t all it's cracked up to be. Instead of focusing on classes or meeting new friends, he’s dodging dangerous foes, navigating Carrisa’s high-stakes supernatural battles, and trying to figure out just what his role is in all this madness. 

All while struggling with the fact that he really didn’t sign up for any of this. 

Thrown into a fight for survival with powers he barely understands and a fate that’s now intertwined with Carrisa’s, Alicarde has to adapt fast—or risk dying all over again, this time for good.


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Eternal Undying Chronicles

La Belle Époque was a luxurious restaurant located in the city's most developed district. The restaurant didn't accept any common rabble, it featured grand chandeliers casting a soft glow over the intricately decorated dining hall, plush velvet seating, and elegantly set tables adorned with fine china and crystal glasses.

The walls were adorned with tasteful art pieces, and a live pianist played soft, soothing melodies in the background. While there wasn't a strict dress code, the mantra was clear, you dress the way you want to be addressed. After all, clothes make the man.

Alicarde and Liam both wore extravagant clothing, though Alicarde's were of a more niche brand—notoriously expensive but not well-known enough for the general public to recognize. However, the discerning eyes of the maître d' could tell the value and prestige of their attire.

Chapter 73: Dashing