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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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Chapter 69 - Winning

It's already midnight. The black sky eminated brightly with the moon shining light to the ground.

"Come out Wisp." A bright light emerged and Wisp came out of my inventory. It healed me completely in a matter of seconds. "Go around the battlefield and heal everyone. Prioritize the king, Yefa, Precia, Zeta, Greta, Rize and Afal. I don't need heals." I'm not really worried since Wisp cannot die.

"Time to work." I flew to the player's location and landed in front of them.

They unsheathed all of their weapons. I looked around and they're equally split to ranged and melee. "Mass Cast: Barrier, Strength Boost, Heavenly Body, Over Tenacity." Some of their mages casted. I counted about 10 of them.

Several colors glowed all of their bodies readying for the upcoming fight.

"Soul Drag!" A small black hole formed in the middle of the pack.

"Magic Jamming." One of the mages casted a skill. The black hole broke like a mirror shattering and its gravitational pull suddenly vanished.