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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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Yefa's Chapter 89 - The Martial Art Queen

"HELL SANCTUARY!" Hryth casted. Then after that, Zieglind, Afal, Greta and Rize and them too disappeared into thin air.

"Wha-" I tried to reach out to grab one of them but they were just instantly gone. "What just happened?!"

Zeta did an exasperated sigh. "I'm sure they'll be fine Yefa."

"Bu-"

"Agreed." Rize intervened. "If Zieglind's there, then everything will be fine. He protected us before so why not them? And also, we have some things to take care on our end too!"

I also did an exasperated sigh. "Let's get to work shall we?" We three looked at each other and nodded in unison. "Come Pugilist Gauntlets!" These two giant weapons of mine were far too heavy for my use but with a single thought of mine... "Shrink." The weapon shrunk to the size I was looking for.

Rize and Zeta's weapons were already out .

"I need to harvest some souls. My mana is running out." Zeta said as he was about to fly out. But I had some questions.

"Is it a skill?"