The Wizard of Fairy Tale World - Chapter 170: The “All-Powerful” Magic Lamp

Hazel has spent most of her life picked on and bullied by the triplet, rich, and handsome soon-to-be Alphas of the Emberfang Pack, Lucas, Liam, and Levi Sullivan. ‘Adopted’ by the Alpha and Luna, Hazel works as a live-in maid and is subjected to their daily torture.As such, Hazel wants nothing more than to leave the Emberfang Pack once she turns 18 and pays off her debt. Only, never once has she expected to find her fated mate in her tormentors—the Sullivan Triplets.All three of them.Caught between the mate bond constantly drawing her to the three handsome alphas and the trauma of their past bullying, Hazel must make a choice.Will she let go of the pain and trauma and give the triplets a chance? Or will she walk away from the Emberfang pack and her fated mates forever?

Born with a silver in her mouth, she suffered a fatal betrayal. Not only did she lose her family property, but also her parents died a tragic death. Reborn, she won another chance and some superpower. This time, she would take back her everything and repay the last man she wanted to see in her previous life. He was the youngest major general in history and the most charming one among the presidential candidates. Now that she wanted to make up for it, he would never let her go.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.