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Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"Congratulations on receiving the following Unique Skills:- –Appraisal (Basic) –Skill Absorption (Mythic) –Universal Synthesis (Ultimate)" _____________________________________ "Synthesis Skills— Swift Sword Strike + Fire Toad's Breath." "Ding!" "Congratulations! Your Skill Synthesis was successful." "Your skills evolved into: Azula Sword Strike.‌" "Synthesis Materials— Titanium Runic Sword + Wyvern Bones" "Congratulations! You Synthesis was successful. Your Sword has evolved into Skeletal Dragon Sword." ----- In a heart-wrenching tale of loneliness and despair, Ethan's life has been one of unending tragedy. Orphaned at a young age and tormented by a relentless terminal illness, he spent his final days confined to a cold, confined hospital room. As he takes his last breath, he awakened in a mysterious void, where Ethan is given the opportunity to choose three unique skills that will define his new existence. With millions of options but only three choices, he carefully selects his path, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey of Reincarnation. Reincarnated into a fantastical world filled with magical Skills, powerful beings, and untold dangers, Ethan must navigate his new life, wielding the skills he chose to survive and thrive in a realm where anything is possible. But the question remains: Will this second life bring him the happiness and purpose he was denied in his first, or will it lead him down an even darker path? Chapter release: 2 chs/day Guys, its my first time writing, and it might not suit everyone. I can only say sorry in advance. Thanks for reading!

Elias_Nightwalker · Fantasi
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Chapter 290: The Secret

Plop!

Aengus and the two stepped out of the portal, emerging on the edge of the Kairos Empire, where the black ocean met the grassy shore. The cool sea breeze mingled with the tension in the air.

Aengus carefully laid the woman down on the soft ground, his hands glowing with a gentle light as he channeled his healing magic.

"Where... where am I?"

Under Lyra's astonished gaze, her mother's wounds closed swiftly, her pale complexion returning to a healthy glow. Within moments, she opened her eyes, blinking in confusion.

"Mother!"

Lyra rushed into her mother's arms, tears spilling down her cheeks as she buried her face in her lap. Her mother, now fully alert, wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her tightly with eyes full of relief and affection.

For a moment, her mind remained foggy, but as her gaze settled on her daughter, the memories came flooding back—the fear, the imprisonment, and the faint hope of salvation.