The Holy Continent is a continent loved by the great God of Light, an endless sea, an empty volcano, a demon beast forest, a dragon clan nest, an ice snowy area, an underground maze, a bottomless swamp, etc. These are places illuminated by the light of the God of Light, and of course there are humans. According to legend, humans are the most loved children of the God of Light, so once they are born, they will gain magical talent, either strong or weak, and will become stronger and stronger after acquired cultivation. Everyone is a magician. With such excellent talents, humans gradually dominate this continent.

However, today, the Holy Empire, one of the four great empires of the Holy Continent, is full of sorrow, from the king to the hawkers, everyone has sadness on their faces. The only God of the Holy Empire, no, is the only God of the Holy Continent, was given a vicious curse. Even the Pope, who is a Dharma Saint, cannot cure her at the level nine healing magic [Angel's Redemption]. This is undoubtedly a verdict by the God of Death.

Although most people have never seen the youngest Dharma God ever, there are many rumors about her. Some say she is a girl who has just turned 20 years old, some say her hair is as beautiful as the galaxy, her eyes are as beautiful as rubies, and her voice is more beautiful than a siren. Her existence is not only a deterrence of force, but also a belief. The word Dharma God represents the possibility of going from man to god.

The elderly Pope stood in front of him with sadness. A very young girl with long narrow corners of her eyes, high nose bridge, and warm lips combined together were not as beautiful as suffocatingly as the outside world. She was also a first-class beauty. Seeing her was amazing because the pair of red eyes were as beautiful as rubies and as clear as lake water. Both men and women would be captured by these beautiful eyes. The cherry-colored lips that should have become pale and dry due to the torture of the curse, making her look particularly fragile.

She was wearing a pitch-black mage robe, and the dress was depicted with decorations such as flower stripes, but bright stars. If you look at it carefully, the stars on it will change with time, one of the holy objects that magicians dream of.

"Mo Youna, it's really a pity. If I were also a magic god, I could cast the ten-level forbidden spell [Light] and maybe I could cure you."

The Pope can be said to have watched Demona grow up. He felt deeply guilty towards the disciples left by his friend. Even as the Pope who led millions of believers, he was just a Dharma Saint and could not cast the forbidden spell across levels.

"Please don't say that, if this is fate, I'll accept it."

Moona's crisp voice was without any emotion, as if it was not her who was cursed but someone else. Her emotions made the pope even more distressed. Since the death of his friend, this girl has closed her heart and no one can enter her heart.

"Is there really someone in this world who can curse you? Even a magician cannot curse a Dharma god, even a Dharma saint, but... is it really necessary for a Dharma god to do this? It can completely obtain everything it wants based on its own strength."

The Pope was puzzled and had a few of his beards twisted off. The way to save Moona... It's not that there is no, but it's all contrary to the Holy See, such as transforming into a dead creature. With her magic power, she can live colorfully even if she becomes the most ordinary ghost. However, even if the Pope turns a blind eye and lets the Holy See's mortal enemy, Undead creature, Moona herself will reject this proposal.

"Maybe this is fate. If I hadn't been a teacher, I would have died fifteen years ago. Maybe I could see the teacher after death. It would be nice to think about it like this."

Moona took off the mage hat on her head. It was a triangular high hat. The middle part of the hat stood high like a tower top, and the top part hung softly to the back. The wide edge could cover part of her appearance. Usually, Moona leaned against it to cover her eyes and wandered everywhere. After no restraint, her hair was scattered and floated behind her waist, adding a hint of the beauty of a sick beauty.

The pope opened his mouth. He knew why Mouna took off the hat. Then he watched her take off the mage robe that countless mages dreamed of, revealing the white shirt inside. She covered the mage robe on the folded mage robe and handed it to the pope together.

"I promised your master to take good care of you, alas!"

The Pope knew what Mouna meant. Before each magician died, he would leave his precious inheritance, either hand it over to his relatives, or put it somewhere waiting for a young and lucky magician to find it, and she was no exception.

Moona thought about it and took out a milky white stick from the space ring. Its stick body was crystal clear, exuding a faint luster like white jade. The top was crooked and twisted into a half-moon shape, and a purple jade was embedded inside the half-moon.

It seemed that he felt the master's intention, and the staff kept shaking his body, wanting Moona to change her mind.

"Alicia, I hope you can listen to my last willfulness. I don't want you to see my death. Just wait for your new partner here."

With a reluctant expression, Mouna touched her companion who had been with her for a long time. When she heard the words like a last word, even the pope couldn't help crying. Tears fell on her gray beard. The staff named Alicia was silent for a while, and a crisp sound like a wind chime floated behind the pope and stayed in her hand.

"In my next life, I want to go to my hometown. I haven't been back once since I was picked up by the teacher. Farewell forever, Pope. If you see Tinasha, please let her forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye."

Magica chuckled softly, a blue magic array lit up under her feet, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

"The space magic is used so well. It's really jealous of God. I hope the great God of Light can bless that child."

The Pope wiped away his tears, turned around and prayed to the statue of God of Light. He looked into the statue in the distance and seemed to feel sad, and the light emitted from his body dimmed a lot.

Moona appeared in a blink of an eye in the small town called Dris, one of the most biased cities in the Holy Empire. Except for merchants, there are basically no one coming, and the people here also live a simple life. No one thought that this would be the birthplace of the God of Dharma.

Moona walked along the way, and saw stalls selling fruits, stalls selling monster meat, therapists in pharmacies, cloth shops that helped people make clothes, small churches, and elderly sacrificial priests. All of this has not changed.

Twenty years ago, Moona was born in such an ordinary town. The child with white hair and red eyes was regarded as a curse and was not loved by people. Although the humans in this world had colorful hair and eyes, but there was no such white as Moona. Everything about her was very similar to that of a legendary woman. People feared her according to the legend. Fortunately, her parents still loved her and took care of her meticulously.

Moona clearly remembers that his father is an adventure-loving magician. His mother is familiar with his father's character and has always been by his side to play the role of a therapist for him. When Moona was five years old, she experienced a major earthquake. Then she heard that a strange maze appeared somewhere on the mainland. Her father couldn't help but take her mother to find out.

The parents who left their young daughter and went out to play did have some problems. Moona didn't know whether she should blame them. Maybe it was because she was too young and playful. After all, her mother was just twenty years old when she gave birth to Moona.

After handing over Moona to the church priests, the two did not come back. They heard that they were dead. After losing their parents, not only did no one help Moona, but the house left by her parents was seized by local bullies. The church priests did not abandon Moona and did not discriminate against her. However, the church also assumed the role of an orphanage. This place does not belong to Moona. She was excluded by her peers because of her strange hair and eyes.

I realized that the world had no place for me to live in. I finally ran to a small wooden house on the mountain. This mountain property is still very rich, and people often go in to find materials for magic. The wooden house is probably a temporary resting place built by someone.

Moona was rescued by her teacher Fasan Yura when she was about to starve to death.

"Do you want to go with me? I believe you can subvert the world."

The mature lady with wavy black hair suddenly appeared in Moona's sight. There was no trace of discrimination or dissatisfaction in her beautiful black eyes. Yula did not dislike Moona's dust and spider webs, and carried her out of the rotten wooden house.

After fifteen years, Magica came to the cabin again. Instead of using magic, she walked up the mountain step by step, just like when she was young.

"Teacher, I really subverted this world and became the first Dharma God, but you are gone, what's the point? I'm about to die, and all I have left is this dilapidated house."

Moona touched the door of the cabin in memory and shed a few tears, not because of the fear of death, but because of her most important teacher.

‘Click’

As Mouna touched, the door of the cabin suddenly opened inside, revealing a simple room with little space. There was only a desk, a bed, and a bookshelf full of books. It was obvious that someone had moved in.

“Huh?”

Moona looked inside the house strangely. It was hard to imagine that someone was willing to live in such a small and dilapidated house.

"Who are you?"

A strange voice suddenly came from behind Moona, which scared her so much that she immediately took several steps back and sat on the bed inside the room.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?"

There is no reason for Mouna's surprise. In this world, there will be magic power flowing in the human body. As a magic god, she can certainly sense that she is shocked by the boy in front of her who has no magical reaction.

"Of course I'm a human, a thief? Obviously I have nothing to steal, get out of my house."

The boy had a strange hedgehog hairstyle, and his hair color and eyes were also black everywhere. He was dressed as simple as ordinary people in the town. He was probably a little taller than Moona. His face was quite attractive and he drove Moona away like a deworming man.

"You dare to talk to me like this! I am...I am the original owner of this house."

Since Mouna Baiyula was his teacher, no one in the world has been so rude to her. She originally wanted to use her identity to suppress him but gave up. What's the point of doing this? But she didn't want to be bullied just like that, so she retorted.

"Original owner? I have lived here for fifteen years."

"Don't you believe it? Look here."

Magica walked outside the house, gently stepped on the soil on the ground with her toes. The earth-based magic was activated, pushing the ground up, and the raised ground rose to a height of one person before stopping, with three thin transparent chips on it.

"This is what I buried fifteen years ago, with my parents and my name engraved on it."

Moona felt sour when she held the chips. She really didn't expect to see them one day. This is something similar to an ID card in this world. It will be distributed by the country when everyone is born.

"Okay, I admit that you are the original owner, but you are just the original owner, so don't even want to steal my house."

The boy naturally knew the use of this kind of chip, and he also dug these things when digging the ground. They were usually buried in the cemetery with the owner, so he just used this place as the burial place for the three of them and put it back in place, and did not do anything.

"You, who wants to...don't you?"

Mo Youna was really angry and laughed. It was impossible for normal people to want this room. Not only was it on the mountain, it was still gloomy at night and far from the town. It could be said that it was useless, but before she finished speaking, she felt a sensation in her stomach and lay on the ground and vomited.

"Hey, are you okay? Are you really that angry?"

The boy asked with his head tilted, and this person seemed to be very popular, and he was actually exclaimed by himself.

"You don't have to worry about it."

Even though he was about to die, Magica still used water magic to clean her mouth and wiped it with a handkerchief.

"This is..."

The boy suddenly picked up the branches on the ground, flipped over Moona's vomit, and started to study it carefully.

"You are so disgusting, are you a pervert?"

Magica knew that her body was almost out of reach. She had been suppressing it with magic power just now, but at this time the magic power was almost exhausted and could no longer suppress the injuries in her body.

"Gastric tract bleeding, stiff cheek muscles, and mouth open."

The boy threw away the branches and pinched Moona's cheek. Then, because she did not cooperate, she forced her mouth to study it, and immediately picked up her body and returned to the room.

"You! rude, let me go."

Mo Youna felt that it was too bad. She wanted to find a quiet place to die, but she didn't expect to meet a pervert. She seemed to want to plot against her. If it weren't for her physical condition, such a thief could kill him instantly. But now she could only use the most primitive cry to help her escape, but no one on this mountain could hear the cry of a weak girl.

"Don't make a noise, I'll save you."
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