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Reborn to be the strongest God

After Centuries of being the Demonlord, Gerar quits. Why must he torture men when it's no longer fun? Why must he conquer the world when there's nothing to gain from it? Why must he be the demon lord when there's nothing left to challenge? So, he decides to quit and just dies. But instead of being reborn as a weak demon or even a human, he gets reborn as an Angel and thus his journey to supreme godhood begins! . .. ... Hi, Yet here- So, this is a fantasy story but there are also sci-fi elements. There's a harem but Mc's not particularly into romance. This story is basically a culmination of the things I find interesting and hopefully, you guys will find it interesting too (It'll keep on evolving into different coherent stories, ranging from traditional fantasy to sci-fi and even space exploration, as the volumes pile up). This'll also be my largest planned novel yet, so let's see how that turns out. I'll try to keep the updates regular and will release bonus chapters if I can. In return, I expect votes. Oh yeah, I do have a server. https://discord.gg/vnnbHCJ4Sn Thank you for reading; I wish you a good day.

Nr_Yet1208 · Fantasie
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Rose had her head down the whole time.

Almost anyone with a sane mind could have seen, the high angel was upset.

Yet-

Why were her cheeks so rosy?

Why was-

She-

Secretly grinning?

And why-

Was her breath erratic?

Of course, the people around her didn't really see her squirming for breath- all they saw was a little girl who'd just been yelled at by her family and was now on the verge of tears.

But tears of what, that was the question.

*** 

Class ended, Mihael disappeared and for once, the boys didn't surround her and just left.

Some left because of Mihael's threat, while others left to give some space to the high angel. 

However-

'Heh… heh-' She almost squirmed around until she realized, quite a few girls were staring at her with questioning gazes-

Ahem. 

She gathered her things and swiftly strode out.

A faint smile plastered on; she walked around with pride.