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Return from the Final Season

"So that was my end? I was just fated to die in the middle of the pack? I thought I could just coast by, thought I could just let humanity's heroes carry us through this mess... But it looks like I'm going to have to pick up everyone's shit. This time around, things are going to be different." Humanity has been chosen to participate in the Five Seasons, a series of competitions held by the gods to determine who is the strongest. Ronan Wilde was just an average college student when he was chosen to participate in the games, spending five years of his young adult life fighting for the sake of humanity. The five seasons were brutal and pitted the inhabitants of many different worlds against each other. The winners would move onto the next season, while the losers would perish along with their home worlds. Ronan was nothing special, only about average when compared to all the other players who were chosen to participate. He did his best to survive and relied heavily on the strongest players humanity had to offer. He trusted that they would be able to clear the final season and save the world. However, things did not turn out as planned; humanity failed, and everyone died. Ronan Wilde was the last one left, and he made a wish in his dying moments. He wished to return to the past, and the system granted his request. Having returned to the past, Ronan plans to use his knowledge of the five seasons to become the strongest player in the games. This story will take Ronan through all five seasons, starting in season one, where he fights to conquer the Verdant Abyss. The seasons last for three months out of the year, so while Ronan is not fighting against other worlds for the sake of humanity, he will be battling it out on earth with super-powered humans (and other threats) who seek to turn the world into their playground.

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A New Watch

I placed my thumb and forefinger on the ridge of my nose as I closed my eyes. The mimic was irritating, but there was no doubt that it could be helpful in the future. I realized that for now I was just going to have to put up with its attitude.

"Can you turn into something like this?" I rolled up my left sleeve and showed the smart watch that I was wearing to the mimic.

After leaning in a bit, Tim said, "Take it off; let me see it closer."

I took the watch off and placed it on the chair. The moment it hit the seat, I watched in shock as the mouth on the chair opened up and ate my watch in a single bite.

"Hey! That was my smart watch!"

The mimic burped. "Yeah, and now you have a new one. Stop whining, princess."

The mimic shrank to become the exact form of the watch I had just been wearing. It then jumped onto my arm and fastened itself to my wrist in the same spot my other watch was.

"Tah-dah! I am now your new, what did you call it? Smart watch?"

I shook my head in disappointment while I looked down at Tim. What I had been the most upset about was the fact that the watch was given to me by my mom when I started college. Everything she gave me was precious, and this little shit just ate my watch. I tapped Tim's screen, hoping that it would at least blink on like my old smart watch, only to watch as nothing happened.

A set of small eyes and a mouth appeared on the watch screen. "Hey, watch it. What are you doing?"

"I was checking to see if you copied what my watch could actually do or just its appearance. It was a smart watch; it could do a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"Like tell the time," I said with an irritated tone. "And the weather, but not here because there aren't any satellites. It could also write messages and answer calls when I was back home.

"I can do all that. It's daytime, it's sunny, and…" The mimic grew a tiny arm that extended out from the watch. "I can write messages for you. Oh, and if someone calls to you, I can tell them to fuck off; don't worry about that either. See? I'm your smart watch now; I bet you can't even tell the difference."

I watched as the tiny arm receded back into the watch. I could tell that this was going to be an interesting partnership that I would have with Tim. I also knew that if he died, I might refrain from resummoning him. I mean, I already had a huge advantage before I got his summon contract, so it wouldn't hurt to just pretend like it didn't exist, right?

"Okay, well, just stay quiet for now. Smart watches where I come from don't make any sounds until they're asked to."

"Gotcha, but what if I want to hum a song or something?"

"Then hum it in your head."

"Roger that."

Now that Tim was finally quiet, I used the system to inspect his stats. The system allowed its users to inspect the stats and skills of their summoned contracts that had been acquired. I was surprised to see that Tim had an incredibly high vitality stat, which meant that he was able to take heavy amounts of damage as well as regenerate faster than most creatures. This was a trait that most mimics would have innately due to their natural stats, but it wasn't something that a mimic acquired by a level 8 player should have right from the start of season 1.

Tim

Race: Mimic

Class: Mimic

Level: None

Stats

Strength: 100

Agility: 100

Vitality: 220

Mind: 70

Spirit: 30

Stat Points: [2/10]

Skills & Abilities:

Transformation [Epic] [Limitation]

Loot [Rare] 

Sentience [Legendary]

"Hey! Don't just inspect me like that! How rude."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"You can at least ask before doing that. I can explain my abilities to you without you having to poke around my status window. Can't a mimic get some privacy?"

I didn't know that a watch could look upset until I saw the way that Tim contorted his body while affixed to my wrist. In that moment, I almost instinctively apologized because I naturally wanted to diffuse those kinds of situations. I stopped myself and looked down at Tim.

"Why? It's within my rights as the summoner, isn't it?"

Tim's face appeared on the face of the watch, and he gasped. "How could you?! Don't you care about my feelings? I can't believe I got summoned by such an evil person."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Okay. Fine, I'll ask before inspecting your status window and skills."

The watch smiled up at me as Tim replied, "That's better; I can't believe I have to teach you manners, but I'm glad that you understand the seniority here."

I realized that there was no way I could win with Tim, so I decided that it would just be better to play along. It would always be better to have a good relationship with him, even if it took a bit of patience.

"Okay, Tim, how about you tell me about your Loot skill? I've never seen a skill like this before."

"It means I can loot stuff."

"And? What else?"

"That's it; I can loot stuff."

"What about if I told you to loot that?" I pointed at the Verdant Leviathan.

"Sure, I can do that."

"Really? You can? Can you do that right now?" I looked excitedly down at the watch.

"Yes, but you'll have to cut it up for me and smash it into a smaller area. It's too big and spread out for my skill to get it all. Throw it in that ditch and make sure all the chunks fit within a five-meter cube. I can take it from there."

I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the burden of descaling the whole Leviathan disappear from my to-do list. I was not going to enjoy the next several days of my time in the first season if I was shackled to this location preparing materials.

"Alright, I can arrange that; just give me a minute."

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