Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
The swamp began withdrawing away from the territorial line, causing the Mire Marauders to forcefully retreat with it and the lava sea to speed up its annihilation.
"What are they doing?" Zytoss frowned at this peculiar sight.
As the right hand of Lord Heatiaz, he was trusted with leadership over conquering the Mire Marauders' tribe.
"Motherf*cker, we have lost ten meters of our territory in a few seconds! That's more than what we lost in an entire month!"
"Chief! Please give us the order to control our swamp!"
"This is bad, this is so bad!!"
While he was a bit confused, no one in the Mire Marauders had a positive reaction to the swamp's withdrawal as they rained curses on Felix and requests on their chief.
Unfortunately, Chief Drogath backed Felix even when he was losing the land on his territory at an unprecedented speed.
Whoosh!!
"Huh?!"