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Conqueror

Zieglind Reysh, corporate slave. Spent all his years studying materials he didn't need. Graduated college with a Historian diploma. But all of that were useless since he got a desk job selling stocks. Then one day, he heard a voice that no one can hear. The voice promises him a restart on his life. The conditions is, DEATH. He knew he was talking to a god of death. Will Zieglind accept this offer? Maybe yes, maybe no. But he realized that he accomplished nothing in the span of 20 years of his life. If he can be a new person then he'll choose one thing more than anything. A conqueror of the new world.

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Afal's Chapter 122 - Letting Loose

"Where am I? Why am I here?" I remember being grabbed by two enemies but as soon as I was about to react, I'm in a different place.

This place is dark and murky. All I could see with my sight is the same poison on the ground that surrounded the whole continent of Burliande. So I got teleported outside.

I looked at the two shadow figures in front of me. "Who are y-" They suddenly disappeared and appeared behind my back. "Lightning Body." I avoided them. But it seems that they just appeared behind me to show dominance. They didn't attack nor do anything. They just stood there.

"Are you the ones who killed my undead?" One of them asked. The hooded man with the weird staff.

"Yeah." I replied.

"I thought my undead were in a war with some bandits or a village. So you're the reason my mana got depleted many times. Had to use those low quality goods it's disgusting."

"I see."

"Oh I'm sorry. Introductions are in order. I'm East and he's Pol."