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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 357: Attending First Class

"Name?"

A man at the reception desk asked as he stood before a Spatial Teleportation Circle. These long-distance teleportation devices were widely used throughout the Academy for transportation.

"Zytherion Mythraldor!"

The old butler announced thunderously, his voice echoing as though he were addressing a royal court.

"Keep your voice down, old man," the guards there muttered, visibly annoyed.

The receptionist frowned but quickly checked his records. His eyes widened as he read the details. "Zytherion Mythraldor… Oh, you're the new Supreme Talent! Welcome, welcome, Sir!" His voice was suddenly mixed with awe and excitement, drawing the attention of nearby guards and staff.

Colleagues leaned in, their curiosity piqued.

"May we proceed?" Aengus asked calmly, cutting through the sudden chatter.

Startled, the receptionist stammered, "Ah, yes Sir! You may proceed."