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Godlike: The Rise of a Skill-stealing Rune Master chasing revenge

Utterly mad and consumed by hatred, Sebastian attacked Erika Luttrell’s manor. As the woman incinerated him to ashes, Sebastian died with a crazed smile on his face, finding humor in his own death. But fate had a wild twist in store for Sebastian. Thanks to a trinket bequeathed by his dead father, the pyromancer gets sent back to the past, landing right in the middle of another shot at payback. There is only a tiny insignificant problem plaguing the man. Madness followed him, pushing him to take completely avoidable risks. With a grin on his face, and flames in his hands, Sebastian will make those who ruined his family pay, and turn into cinders all the thespians within the mystical realm who gave him his powers. --------------- RELEASE SCHEDULE: Two chapters a day UNLESS I have real life stuff to attend. CHAPTER LENGTH: 1000-1200 words long chapters. --------------- TAGS: #Skill Creation #Alternative World #Regression #Mad MC #Male MC #Western Fantasy If you want to share some thoughts or have a chat with me, you can join the discord's server here: https://discord.gg/dZpb4TBRJc

PilgrimJagger · Fantaisie
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Collecting Water (1)

"HAHAHA, HAHA, HA. "

The body of the Silent Howler was at Sebastian's feet, unmoving.

<Well, for sure I know what to eat the upcoming days,> he thought as he looked at the creature's body.

There was only a problem, though.

<How the hell do I bring this thing with me?>

Even if Sebastian was stronger than an Auditor, or unawakened, he was not strong enough to bring a beast of 100 to 200 kilograms of weight across the savanna.

<But I can't leave it here either. This meat will really help me out, and can use the bones to make things.>

It was dangerous to lug around the Silent Howler's dead body in the savanna.

The dead creature could attract other predators, drawn by the scent of blood and the promise of an easy meal.

In this vast, open terrain, where hiding places were scarce and the line between hunter and hunted was dangerously thin, having such a beacon for danger was akin to walking with a target on his back.