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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
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490 Chs

Rehearsal

[Ding-dong!]

[Congratulations for your admission!]

Every eyes turned to the frontmost part of the hall. There was a niche in the wall, and in the middle of it was a stand made of stone, supporting a glowing orb on it. The voice was coming from the orb.

Everyone frowned. The announcer's tone was too cheerful for their taste. They had just experienced an unpleasant event, and it didn't suit the mood at all. Still, no one dare to utter their satisfaction.

[Every one of you, who managed to survive the hurdle, is now officially our Randalvine Magic Institute's student. You shall not worry of your injury, for we will take full responsibility of the injury you have sustained.]

[With that being said, the hall will be cleaned in five minutes. Therefore, you have to get out of the hall before the time runs out, lest you wanted to get cleaned too.]

[Do your best, students!]