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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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Journey to the west (6)

"What are you doing?" Kenway asked Sebastian.

The young man had been looking at Calvin for a while, and he was curious.

Of course, Sebastian wasn't exactly staring at Calvin, but rather at the mana that swirled around him and connected the man to the corpses he was controlling.

It was like the strings of a puppet were connected to his undead minions.

There was a short string connected to the remaining human corpse that Calvin kept nearby.

The second string extended into the distance, connecting to the lifeless body of the grassland sprinter a few kilometers away, pursuing the Sand Skimmers.

"Nothing, really; I was just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" Kenway always had that stupid smile on his face.

Kenway's smile was an unyielding fortress of cheer, so bright and optimistic that it bordered on delusional.

The grin was the type that loudly expressed, "Everything is going well!" even when they were knee-deep in trouble.