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Godlike: The Rise of a Skill-stealing Rune Master chasing revenge

Utterly mad and consumed by hatred, Sebastian attacked Erika Luttrell’s manor. As the woman incinerated him to ashes, Sebastian died with a crazed smile on his face, finding humor in his own death. But fate had a wild twist in store for Sebastian. Thanks to a trinket bequeathed by his dead father, the pyromancer gets sent back to the past, landing right in the middle of another shot at payback. There is only a tiny insignificant problem plaguing the man. Madness followed him, pushing him to take completely avoidable risks. With a grin on his face, and flames in his hands, Sebastian will make those who ruined his family pay and turn into cinders all the thespians within the mystical realm who gave him his powers. --------------- RELEASE SCHEDULE: Two chapters a day UNLESS I have real life stuff to attend. CHAPTER LENGTH: 1000-1200 words long chapters. --------------- TAGS: #Skill Creation #Alternative World #Regression #Mad MC #Male MC #Western Fantasy If you want to share some thoughts or have a chat with me, you can join the discord's server here: https://discord.gg/dZpb4TBRJc

PilgrimJagger · Fantasia
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340 Chs

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Sebastian's grin grew wider. He raised his hand, tracing a simple pattern in the air. The guards watched in confusion and mounting dread, unable to comprehend what was happening.

Suddenly, flames erupted from Sebastian's hands. Yet he stood unharmed, the fire dancing around him like a loyal pet.

Sebastian moved slowly, enjoying the guard's fear. He reached out and grabbed the guard's face with his burning hand. The man screamed loudly as the fire burned his skin, and the air got quickly filled with the awful smell of burning flesh.

<I love this!>

Sebastian threw his head back and laughed, a full-bodied sound of pure joy. "2," he said, his voice filled with twisted glee.

He turned to the last remaining guard. The man watched as the rune master got closer, staring at him as if he were watching a Puma going toward its prey, saliva dripping, and hunger in its eyes. He was no more than something to slaughter, and he knew that.