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Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"Congratulations on receiving the following Unique Skills:- –Appraisal (Basic) –Skill Absorption (Mythic) –Universal Synthesis (Ultimate)" _____________________________________ "Synthesis Skills— Swift Sword Strike + Fire Toad's Breath." "Ding!" "Congratulations! Your Skill Synthesis was successful." "Your skills evolved into: Azula Sword Strike.‌" "Synthesis Materials— Titanium Runic Sword + Wyvern Bones" "Congratulations! You Synthesis was successful. Your Sword has evolved into Skeletal Dragon Sword." ----- In a heart-wrenching tale of loneliness and despair, Ethan's life has been one of unending tragedy. Orphaned at a young age and tormented by a relentless terminal illness, he spent his final days confined to a cold, confined hospital room. As he takes his last breath, he awakened in a mysterious void, where Ethan is given the opportunity to choose three unique skills that will define his new existence. With millions of options but only three choices, he carefully selects his path, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey of Reincarnation. Reincarnated into a fantastical world filled with magical Skills, powerful beings, and untold dangers, Ethan must navigate his new life, wielding the skills he chose to survive and thrive in a realm where anything is possible. But the question remains: Will this second life bring him the happiness and purpose he was denied in his first, or will it lead him down an even darker path? Chapter release: 2 chs/day Guys, its my first time writing, and it might not suit everyone. I can only say sorry in advance. Thanks for reading!

Elias_Nightwalker · Fantasie
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Chapter 122:Human-Demon-Phoenix

"Master... Name..."

"Huh?" Aengus responded, his gaze fixed on the sharp pointy blade with a hint of astonishment.

As he held the blade, it seemed to come alive, initiating a telepathic dialogue within his mind. He felt an immediate connection, as if the sword recognized him as its one true master.

He gripped the weapon tightly, sensing the holy aura it emanated. It appeared incredibly menacing to all evils, as though a mere touch could reduce their flesh to ashes.

The powerful holy aura signified that it would show no mercy to either humans or demons alike. Those who had committed evil deeds would be struck down by its formidable might.

Suddenly, the words of Ilyana, the elven merchant Princess, echoed in his mind.

She had mentioned something akin to this—when sentient weapons are upgraded to B-grade, they gain the ability to communicate with their user.