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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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Zeta's Chapter 181 - Hail. Bow Before The One.

"Just don't dwell over it too much. No one was to blame with this. Everything was just a mistake that we didn't know that was coming." That's all I could say to Rize. I let her mourn there for a while and then I checked back on Zieglind.

"Oh, Zeta." Feran was there sitting in the corner watching Helga using her heal. 

"How's he?"

"I honestly don't know how Zieglind is doing. But I guess he'll live? But he'll lose his three limbs permanently. Helga doesn't have a skill for that. She can only heal wounds and reduce pain but not grow back a limb."

"Well..." Zieglind has something about limbs right? Hmm... I forgot about it. But I'm pretty sure there is one. "Nevermind. Anyway, are they here?"

"The three of them? Not yet. Should I contact them?" 

"No, no need. They should be here any minute no-" 

"Why the sudden call?" I heard someone from behind so I turned around and found out that it was none other than Afal.