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Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"Congratulations on receiving the following Unique Skills:- –Appraisal (Basic) –Skill Absorption (Mythic) –Universal Synthesis (Ultimate)" _____________________________________ "Synthesis Skills— Swift Sword Strike + Fire Toad's Breath." "Ding!" "Congratulations! Your Skill Synthesis was successful." "Your skills evolved into: Azula Sword Strike.‌" "Synthesis Materials— Titanium Runic Sword + Wyvern Bones" "Congratulations! You Synthesis was successful. Your Sword has evolved into Skeletal Dragon Sword." ----- In a heart-wrenching tale of loneliness and despair, Ethan's life has been one of unending tragedy. Orphaned at a young age and tormented by a relentless terminal illness, he spent his final days confined to a cold, confined hospital room. As he takes his last breath, he awakened in a mysterious void, where Ethan is given the opportunity to choose three unique skills that will define his new existence. With millions of options but only three choices, he carefully selects his path, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey of Reincarnation. Reincarnated into a fantastical world filled with magical Skills, powerful beings, and untold dangers, Ethan must navigate his new life, wielding the skills he chose to survive and thrive in a realm where anything is possible. But the question remains: Will this second life bring him the happiness and purpose he was denied in his first, or will it lead him down an even darker path? Chapter release: 2 chs/day Guys, its my first time writing, and it might not suit everyone. I can only say sorry in advance. Thanks for reading!

Elias_Nightwalker · Fantasia
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281 Chs

Chapter 146: ZERO, Zytherion Omniversal Ruination Extremity

With heightened consciousness and strengthened willpower, Aengus finally navigated through the chaotic storm within his soul. What he saw made his eyes widen in terror, and his heart raced violently, as if he were witnessing the greatest miracle of his life.

There, in the depths of his being, lay an illusive, incorporeal figure in a dormant state, or at least it seemed so. He wasn't sure, as he could barely make out the full figure—his soul was so vast and beyond comprehension that it defied any understanding he had.

"Is this really me? Who am I?"

It felt as though his soul was an entire universe unto itself, boundless and immeasurable. The sheer scope of it overwhelmed him.

But as he continued observing from his third-person perspective, he noticed something deeply unsettling. His soul was riddled with countless cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment.