The grand ballroom of the Allen estate was filled with the cream of high society, all dressed in their finest attire. Champagne flowed freely, and laughter echoed off the ornate walls. At the center of it all stood Maddison and Jackson, the perfect picture of a happy couple, celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary.
But beneath the glittering surface, a storm was brewing. Beatrice stood in the shadows, her silverwhite hair and golden eyes a stark contrast to the mundane world around her. The dagger in her hand was a promise of the violence to come.
She had waited years for this moment, biding her time, healing her wounds, and honing her skills. Tonight, she would fulfill the vow she had made to herself and to Angel.
As the clock struck midnight, Beatrice emerged from the shadows, her soulless eyes fixed on her prey. The room fell silent as she approached the newlyweds, the dagger glinting in the candlelight.
"Here comes the bride here comes the bride," she said.
Beatrice movements were calm. As she laughed bitterly her daughter died her son died these people are having a good life? She was not someone who wants other to have bad luck but she was she waved her dagger and stabbed the ground her eyes glowed before she laughed once more. But she walked away as she walked she felt so tired she stood by a mountain that was near temple. A monk saw the young woman with silver hair but what he saw was someone with bright pure aura that golden silver which was a rare aura this means in many of her past lives she has saved billions of people without knowing it.
"Lucky Star", the monk said.
"Lucky star, hehe I don't feel like it," she said as she coughed out blood and she sat down. The monk worried about the young woman but she was so weak.
"What is a lucky star?" She asked. The old monk sighed.
"Have heard of a metaphysician?"
"Mmm no cough cough."
The monk nodded, his eyes filled with compassion.
"A metaphysician is someone who possesses extraordinary abilities, often born with a rare aura. In your case, the goldensilver aura indicates that in your many past lives, you have accumulated immense good karma by saving countless souls without seeking recognition."
He paused, studying Beatrice's weary face.
"The term 'Lucky Star' refers to the belief that such individuals bring good fortune to those around them, even if they themselves may not always reap the benefits."
Beatrice scoffed, wiping the blood from her lips.
"Good fortune? Is that what you call this?" She gestured to her battered body and the bloodstained ground.
"I've known nothing but pain and suffering. My children are dead, my life has been a living hell, and now I'm dying alone on a mountain."
The monk shook his head gently.
"You misunderstand, child."
Beatrice was not having it she closed her eyes and she looked at the sky.
"Monk, do me a wish burn my ashes so I hope to be reborn and protect those around me," she mumbled as her eyes closed passed away.
The monk gently closed Beatrice's eyes, his heart heavy with the weight of her tragic story. He whispered a prayer for her soul, hoping that in her next life, she would find the peace and happiness that had eluded her in this one.
As he prepared to fulfill her final wish, the monk noticed a faint glow emanating from Beatrice's palm. Curious, he turned her hand over and gasped at what he saw.
There, etched into her skin, was a intricate symbol a combination of the infinity symbol and a stylized eye. The monk recognized it instantly as the mark of a Lucky Star, a rare and powerful metaphysical symbol that appeared only on those destined for greatness.
Despite her suffering, Beatrice had indeed been a force for good in the world, protecting the innocent and guiding the lost without even realizing it. The monk knew that her soul would be reborn, stronger and more enlightened than before, ready to continue her noble mission.
With a heavy heart, the monk gathered Beatrice's ashes and scattered them to the wind, whispering a final blessing.
After death Beatrice went through countless of rebirth her soul was suffered into millions of pieces and gain her rebirth to return to her original world she traveled to different countless of novels to handle scumbags, white lotus and along the way she remember she was a girl from earth who went in a deep coma because of an accident. Because of that she been through novels and other places that her memories disappeared but only reappeared about that death. She handles exs, abuse scumbags, mistresses, and many more! Over the hundreds and than thousands of years of time travel she gained the tale of an immortal celestial goddess. When she did become that she traveled to mortal realm countless of times helping others. But they were countless of times when she wanted to dual cultivate her powers with a powerful gods but the Heavenly Celestial Emperor would not allow it! Found many ways to scare them off so angry so angry! She once even went as far to trap a god in her realm but that Heavenly Celestial Emperor not only saved him but he sealed her powers away that allowed her to get stronger by dual cultivation!
She was extremely beautiful like rare life and death, she had this aura of mystery around her. She felt a headache coming and she walked inside as she laid down and she felt so tired dropped the clock at that moment a powerful aura surrounded the room. The person was Heavenly Celestial Emperor.
Heavenly Celestial Emperor eyes darken slightly when he felt that this goddess was slipping away he picked her up gently so gently one be shocked after all this man is the ruler of all Divine immortal being meeting him is so rare and his aura is enough to frighten anyone.
"Mmm let you go to your rebirth," he whispered ever so gently like talking to a beloved wife as the woman fall deeply asleep and he put her in a beautiful ice coffin and he laid sat down as golden eyes narrowed.
Beatrice found herself in her system world. Finally run away from that Heavenly Celestial Emperor! That asshole never allows her to dual cultivate! While other could!
System: Host its time for a new mission! A system voice said. This system is Cutie and has been with Beatrice for so long.
Cutie: We will be returning to the novel that countless of people have failed and well…
Beatrice knew what Cutie was trying to say she had died four times in this novel and when she died in the last time she recalled that she took on this impossible mission but failed but still never gave up.
"Alright Cutie how about it let's go?" Beatrice said.