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The Lord Is Too Overbearing

In this world, human are in peril. 72 Obelisks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infecting the world with Monsters. Amongst this chaos, people look for hope. A man named Basil Pacifer is the humanity's hope. He is the strongest Mage alive at that point. Sadly, he believes in no man, and he always moves alone. ... Basil observes the unfolding scene bitterly. He is aware of his impending doom, however he has no grudge. He has lived long enough to achieve things people can only dream about. Looking back to his past, he realized his life is nothing more than a sad story. Closing his eyes, he accepted his end — or so he thought. ... "Look at me! What do you see?" "Regrets." "Don't you want to undo it?" "Tell me what the offer is." Thus, Basil Pacifer returned to the past, being his younger self once again. Of course, he returned back with something. ... [Ding!] [Guide to Omniscience is successfully merged with The Chosen One] [Analyzing The Chosen One's mental capability...] [Analyzation Complete!] [Result: The Chosen One is retarded] [Initiate Brain Configuration!] No matter how useless the golden finger he received seems, he will reach a higher height than his last life. This time, he will completely erase any regrets he has! --- Disclaimer: I'm too broke to make my own Cover. Therefore, I'm borrowing the masterpiece of AnatoFinnstark from DeviantArt (title: The Cold of Eternity).

Frona_Gorgophone · Fantaisie
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How It Feels To Be The Loser (9)

It didn't take Cray long to arrive beside Basil; none of the Demons even blocked his way as he traveled through the air. He could immediately witness the burning trench that he had only seen from afar right in front of him.

"Uwah! This is nastier than I thought!"

Of course, being close to it also means that he he got to taste the air in the surrounding; his nose was assaulted with the smell of a burning skin, and the scent of the Demons' evaporated blood that was foul enough to make one empty the content of one's stomach.

Luckily, Cray wasn't just anyone; he could ignore the gruesome smell right after. "What are we going to do next?" He turned to Basil. "None of the Monsters are coming at us ... Not yet, at least."

"We are going to extinguish the fire."

"Huh? Are you going to use Water Magic merely to extinguish the fire that you made?"