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Conqueror

Zieglind Reysh, corporate slave. Spent all his years studying materials he didn't need. Graduated college with a Historian diploma. But all of that were useless since he got a desk job selling stocks. Then one day, he heard a voice that no one can hear. The voice promises him a restart on his life. The conditions is, DEATH. He knew he was talking to a god of death. Will Zieglind accept this offer? Maybe yes, maybe no. But he realized that he accomplished nothing in the span of 20 years of his life. If he can be a new person then he'll choose one thing more than anything. A conqueror of the new world.

Yrythaela · Fantasia
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245 Chs

Chapter 59 - New World

"AGH!" The bullets aren't that fast but its multiplying at an insane rate. My health is getting chipped every second. "Barrier!" I put barrier on all of us. "You three, stay back. Recover for now! No arguments. Just... Go!"

The three of them left and went to the opposite side from we were fighting.

"A bold sacrifice. Well they won't get too far since my world is just a small spherical one." Hera continued to blast his light buckshots.

"Tsk. Blood Weapon, Hammer!" My own blood used as medium, a giant hammer formed in my hand. I began smashing the mirrors one by one.

"Futile! Mirror Multiplication!" All the mirrors I just destroyed was instantly recovered by his one skill.

"Isn't this just unfair?" I said as I was panting and running out of breath.

"This is my own world! And soon Pandir shall be mine too."

"I didn't want to use this but... I don't know if this would work."

"What are you talking about? A bluff?"