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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 · Fantasi
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Surviving Is Winning

[Ding-dong!]

[Attention to all of our freshmen!]

[Today is your judgement day. Today, you will be judged of your worthiness to be accepted in our Magic Institute.]

Right after that was said, a commotion ensued.

"What?! After all of those tests, and I have to pass yet another one?!"

"Bollocks!"

"Are they joking with us?!"

To be admitted into Randalvine Magic Institute, one had to either be in the top 5 of the Regional Tournament, or pass the tests given by the Institute. While the former tested one's ability to survive, the latter tested one's mastery over Magic.

None of the way was easier than the other. Therefore, they couldn't help cursing, when it was announced they had to pass another test to be really admitted into Randalvine Magic Institute.

How could they not? They had passed those hurdles in vain, after all!

[Only the people who managed to survive will be admitted into our Institute.]

"Huh?! Are they saying we have to kill each other?"