webnovel

The Lord Is Too Overbearing

In this world, human are in peril. 72 Obelisks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infecting the world with Monsters. Amongst this chaos, people look for hope. A man named Basil Pacifer is the humanity's hope. He is the strongest Mage alive at that point. Sadly, he believes in no man, and he always moves alone. ... Basil observes the unfolding scene bitterly. He is aware of his impending doom, however he has no grudge. He has lived long enough to achieve things people can only dream about. Looking back to his past, he realized his life is nothing more than a sad story. Closing his eyes, he accepted his end — or so he thought. ... "Look at me! What do you see?" "Regrets." "Don't you want to undo it?" "Tell me what the offer is." Thus, Basil Pacifer returned to the past, being his younger self once again. Of course, he returned back with something. ... [Ding!] [Guide to Omniscience is successfully merged with The Chosen One] [Analyzing The Chosen One's mental capability...] [Analyzation Complete!] [Result: The Chosen One is retarded] [Initiate Brain Configuration!] No matter how useless the golden finger he received seems, he will reach a higher height than his last life. This time, he will completely erase any regrets he has! --- Disclaimer: I'm too broke to make my own Cover. Therefore, I'm borrowing the masterpiece of AnatoFinnstark from DeviantArt (title: The Cold of Eternity).

Frona_Gorgophone · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
490 Chs

Different Scenario (8)

Braxtein Palace, Randalvine.

Contrary to the situation outside of the palace, which was very much chaotic, the throne room was very peaceful; it was so quiet, even a footstep felt like a drum. There are 7 people in the room, and 6 of them were looking at each other seriously.

The man with an untied blond hair, and muscular body who sat in the throne was Anthony Lionheart Braxtein—the King, the old man holding a staff who was standing beside Anthony's throne was his chancellor, and the five young men standing in front of Anthony were his sons.

No words were exchanged for more than five minutes, but none of the people got impatient at Anthony; they waited for him to speak with utmost respect and patience. Anthony gazed at the scene neutrally, before nodding his head in satisfaction.