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Rebirth of the Ruined Noble

"I should've at least experienced sex once" Plummeting towards the ground with all his limbs severed, Eren thought, regretting never having experienced the pleasure of the flesh. His life flashed before him at his final movements, remembering him the hardships that he had experienced until now. The movement when he witnessed the ashes left behind by the raging flames that set his homeland ablaze, the movement when his hand was slashed off, the time when he helplessly watched his master sacrificing herself, Eren couldn't help but remember all the sufferings that he had gone through in a world that deemed him unfit for greatness. But despite the constant discouragement from those around him, Eren refused to give up and had desperately held onto his life, mastering the skills needed for his survival. However, fate had other plans for him. 'The weak don't have the right to choose how they die,' Eren remembered the words of a dear friend as he felt helpless in his last movements. But refusing to give in to the plans of fate, he swallowed an artifact knowing nothing about it as he fell towards the depth of the cliff. A fitting end for a Ruined Noble! That's what Eren thought as he fell to his death, but something inside him moved. [ Searching for powers..… ]   – Abyssal greed – – Power and tenacity –   –Talentless persistence – And Eren…. Before he could realize what happened, he was in the body of his younger self. With the Pendragon family still standing and his loved ones alive, he couldn't help but feel like this was his chance to finally challenge fate and rewrite his story. Follow Eren in this tale of regret, redemption and rebirth. ---***---- Update Schedule: 1 chapter per day-> 12 chapters per week Join discord channel for reference images and more -> https://discord.gg/B49NH5v6J9

Emberlight · Fantaisie
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Wellspring of Yalindor

The next morning, the group awoke to the rich aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the tree house. Emerging from their quarters, they found a simple yet hearty breakfast laid out for them – crusty loaves made from wheat flour accompanied by a salad of crisp vegetables and herbs tossed in a tangy vinaigrette.

As they ate, Guru Vihaan observed them with a contemplative gaze, the lines of his weathered face seeming to soften momentarily in the morning light filtering through the windows. When the last crumbs had been cleared away, he rose to his feet with a slight groan, leaning on his gnarled wooden staff.

"Now that you are rested and nourished, it is time I revealed the truth of why we require your aid," he stated solemnly. "Please, follow me."