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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 · Fantasía
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Chapter 149: New Party

"Here is the fine clothing for you, Sir Hunter. It's made of the finest leather and wool, with a smooth texture and flexibility, along with some minor defensive properties. I hope you like it," the shop owner said, smiling proudly as he presented the garments.

Aengus inspected the clothes carefully and gave a firm nod of approval. "How much is it?" he asked.

"Nothing much, just 499 silver, Sir hunter. I'm sure it's worth the price," the owner added with a sly grin.

Hank, standing nearby, couldn't help but interject. "What nonsense!" he barked. "You're obviously overpricing this brother. I'm sure it's worth no more than 200 silver. Don't take us for fools, old man!"

"No—I haven't!" the store owner stammered, momentarily speechless. "I made this clothing myself, Sir Hunters, and I know it's worth the price," he retorted, trying to sound convincing.