After transmigrating, I was captivated by the dazzling magic, completely fell under its spell, and became obsessed. Then I awakened to my life's purpose.
My greatest dream in this life is to reach the pinnacle of the mage world and become a God of Magic revered by all.
I have an exceptional talent for magic (a golden finger), near-obsessive determination, an unshakable resolve, boundless energy, and the ability to take action. You could say I have all the ingredients for success.
The plan was clear, the execution flawless, and everything went smoothly just as intended.
So where exactly did things go wrong?
Why, when I finally came to my senses, had I failed to become a God of Magic and instead personally put someone else on that throne?
And not only that: the God of Magic married me and became my wife?
'I wanted to become a God of Magic through my own strength, not ride on my wife's prestige and be the father of the God of Magic.'
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