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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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198 Chs

The girl with the huge bazookas?

Sebastian gazed at the strange yet deadly weapon that now belonged to him.

The spear was formed from the bone femur of an Echo Revenant, bleached pure white yet marked with spots of black that were made from the creature's flesh.

The jagged bone had been fashioned into a long shaft, shaped, and sharpened into a lethal point at one end, while the other end was wrapped with leather bindings to form a handle for gripping.

On the other side, the sharp one, there were the clawed fingers of the Echo Revenant, circling a central tip. The sharpened fingers curved upward.

They were curved and hooked, no doubt able to rend flesh from bone with vicious ease.

The spear looked more like a weird trident rather than a spear, but its usage was the same.

Sebastian could sense the power imbued within this grim weapon, a murderous essence that sought blood and violence.

"It's called Lament," the vendor said.