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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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256 Chs

Chapter 224: Northern Duke's arrival

"Take these traitors away and interrogate them thoroughly," General Leon ordered coldly, narrowing his ocean-blue eyes.

From his tone, it was clear that the interrogation would be far from gentle. The traitors would likely endure nothing short of hellish torture.

"No, no! Please, forgive us, General!" Commander Kyle and the other three begged in despair.

Seeing no reaction from the generals, they turned to their longtime companions.

"Rollin, help us!"

"Aurelian, save me!"

Their so-called friends scoffed, looking at them with utter disdain, as if they were no better than dogs.

"Go suffer in the cold prison for eternity, you vile traitors," they sneered, spitting in their faces.

The traitors were quickly drenched in spit, their humiliation evident as the Marshal looked at them with disgust.

"Go, seal their powers quickly!" the Marshal ordered some of his men.