Reborn as a Dark Immortal
Lucas Blaze, a mighty Dark Immortal, accidentally reincarnates into a powerless man with the same name. Trapped and humiliated by his possessive fiancée and her family, he has long been treated as a useless loser. But everything changes overnight. When his fiancée walks into his room again, the timid man she’s used to is now utterly unlike himself.
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Three Women, One Sky, Zero Answers
Outside, the trio watches the celestial rupture—elegant, terrified, silent. Their pearl necklaces gleam under apocalyptic light. No dialogue, just shared dread. In Reborn as a Dark Immortal, power doesn’t roar; it *waits*, coiled like smoke above a mansion. Who’s really controlling the storm? 💎🌀
His Bamboo Robe Lies Better Than He Does
That ink-painted bamboo on his sleeve? Symbol of integrity. Yet his eyes flicker when Ling gasps. Every gesture is precise—too precise. In Reborn as a Dark Immortal, the healer’s calm is the scariest special effect. We’re not watching magic… we’re watching manipulation in slow motion. 🎋🤫
She Woke Up—But Did She *Return*?
Post-ritual, Ling lies still—no tears, no smile. Just hollow eyes and sweat-slicked skin. The crown stays. The robe stays. But *her*? Gone. Reborn as a Dark Immortal hides its true horror not in dragons, but in that quiet, vacant stare. What if resurrection steals the soul first? 👑💀
When the Mansion Breathes Smoke
The final shot: ethereal mist coils around the bed like a serpent. No music. No fanfare. Just silence and rising fog. Reborn as a Dark Immortal understands atmosphere—luxury as cage, light as illusion. That green sheet? It’s not bedding. It’s a shroud waiting to be worn. 🛏️☁️
The Glow That Didn't Save Her
Ling’s golden energy pulses like a dying star—beautiful, desperate, futile. She writhes while the healer chants, but his hands tremble too. Is he healing… or harvesting? Reborn as a Dark Immortal isn’t about rebirth—it’s about betrayal in silk robes. 🌙✨