'I am not bragging but I think that I am the most powerful wizard of the century'

I had spent lots of time thinking really hard before giving out that conclusion. The best evidence for my statement was that no one could defeat me, even the previous Grand Wizard was knocked out by my second spell. However, I still recognized his ability since he was the only one who still withstood the first spell.

Next, I killed nearly every demons in the Last War without any help. Especially when I encountered the King of Demon, Hyperd, it took me about 3 minutes to finish the battle, a bit longer than I expected. After all, it was the strongest demon I had ever seen.

 Finally, I was a genius. Again I didn't boast myself, it was a fact. Thanked to my parents, I was able to learn magic before I knew how to speak. Soon, I became familiar with all kinds of magic and could use them better than any one else. Not satisfied with that, I tried to combine different magic elements to make a better spell and it worked. A new term of magic "Combination" was made.

Even though I was invincible, I couldn't win the flow of time. Eventually, I died at the age of 268, in fact, I died because I allowed myself to. There were so much for me to learn, in order to enhance my magic ability, study new kinds of demons around the world or learn the Black Magic, which was prohibited for thousands of years. Thousands of fun things were awaiting for me out there so how could I died.

Therefore, I put on a curse on myself.

 "Time Preserving"

An extremely high-level curse which made its victims forget the concept of time, meant that their appearance would always stay the same without getting old . However, there was a small consequence. 

Their souls would be drained as the time passed. In the end, the victims would become soulless corpses and nothing can be done to help them. Furthermore, they couldn't reverse or undo the curse once it was activated.

In my opinion, it was a reasonable price to have an infinite youth. The question was whether you were willing to sacrifice your soul for that. 

As for me, I wasn't afraid when I put that curse on my body when I was 24, not that I scared my soul would be drained, simply because this curse had 1 exception.

"Time Preserving" cannot hurt the soul of its creator.

Luckily, that was me. And that was how I was able to spend 244 years more for my studying. Of course, during those years, there were plenty of goodbyes. First was my parents, then some of my very few friends and my dragon pet. They were precious to me, after magic. I did cry and sad a lot for their departures, however, I still went on. 

The only friend I had left was knowledge and that was enough.

As time passed, that friend was no longer by my side and I realized it was time for me to take a rest. A very long one.

"Release" 

 With a simple word, I undo the curse which had stayed with me for more than 240 years. Lying in the comfort bed in my house, my appearance quickly changed, I was no longer a youthful woman but an old granny and it didn't stop there. An average person tended to die at the age of 90 so soon my body would become ashes.

Felling my body was getting weaker and weaker, my eyesight wasn't clear anymore and it was also hard for me to breath normally. 

'So this is how I will greet the death, huh?'

It was uncomfortable but not so scary like I thought, maybe I had lived for so long that I became familiar with the concept of death. I could feel my body only had some minutes left, so I asked myself whether I had any regrets left.

'Let's see, I had defeated the King of Demons, the Spirit's Monarch, the Sultan of the Beast and the Grand Wizard. They are all the strongest individuals in this world, well, they were.'

' I have learnt everything I wanted, the runes and exorcism are the most interesting of all. It would be great if there were more new things for me to explore.'

' The chocolate cake I ate last week was pretty delicious, I wish the bakery had added more sugar, still.'

' I'm glad I bought this bed, it's so warm, especially for an old lady like me.'

'...'

Where were I? Do old people talk aimlessly like this?

Overall, there seem to be no regrets in me, oh ...

My gaze caught the sight of a novel on the wooden table near my bed. It was called "The world of foreboding", something I bought out of curiosity when I was travelling across the sea. Its title was quite alluring for me, the same for the story inside it. 

The story was written based on the world I lived, using some popular events and the same timeline so it was no surprising when I saw some individuals who were once known as the strongest in this continent, except me. I couldn't tell it the author hated me or not.

But that was not the main topic. The story was about a young, promising wizard who wanted to be more powerful than anyone else in order to protect the world from evil forces. I was not really interested in that protagonist, he might be strong in some aspects but his personality could be annoying sometimes, too confident and naïve. He thought he could befriend with anyone, including the villains who killed the innocents just for fun.

And he called himself a savior for not punishing them???

'Don't make me laugh.'

What I liked best was the Final Boss, the person who didn't appear until the very end, the most evil and dominant of all. Even though he rarely showed up, he still had a big impact on the story line. He hid in the shadow while controlling his followers to do the bad deeds for his stead, not to mention, all of them were so loyal that they were willing to die for him.

He could see the deepest, ugliest part of the mankind, and thanks to that, he could bend their spirits to the point where the victim lost their humanity and became his puppets. And he definitely knew how to use them well.

Besides, he was known as a brilliance in the field of Black Magic, he nearly never lost in any magic battle.

Although he was just a fantasy character, I acknowledged him. I sometimes felt sympathy for him, too. Because in the end, he died in the hand of the male lead, which was not unexpected.

But the thing that made me frustrated the most was the reason why he, the most powerful Black Magic wizard, was defeated. That was all because of:

THE POWER OF LOVE, my ass!!!

At first, I thought the best way for the male lead to defeat the Final Boss would be training hard to improve his witchcraft or finding lots of reliable alliances to aid him in the fight. But none of them was the key to the victory, but instead, it was something out of nowhere.

In the battle where the male lead fought against the Final Boss, he was beaten hard because he wasn't as strong as the man known for his extreme talent. Right at the moment I thought he would died, suddenly, the male lead got a flash in his head,  he remembered his loved ones who always encouraged him and told him he could defeat this vicious man if he believed in himself.

Then, he gained an incredible magic force in an instant and kill off my favorite character.

What kind of nonsense was that!!!

It was the most ridiculous thing I had ever seen. I felt so angry when I read to that part and nearly burnt that novel. I swore not to read that thing ever again.

'Damn it, if it were me, I would definitely kill that bastard as soon as I saw him.'

That was the last thing I remembered after my body turned to ashes.