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Conqueror

Zieglind Reysh, corporate slave. Spent all his years studying materials he didn't need. Graduated college with a Historian diploma. But all of that were useless since he got a desk job selling stocks. Then one day, he heard a voice that no one can hear. The voice promises him a restart on his life. The conditions is, DEATH. He knew he was talking to a god of death. Will Zieglind accept this offer? Maybe yes, maybe no. But he realized that he accomplished nothing in the span of 20 years of his life. If he can be a new person then he'll choose one thing more than anything. A conqueror of the new world.

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Chapter 57 - Taste of Death

"Zieglind! Where are you!?"

"This... Voice... It can't be! No. No. Impossible. I saw them die! Precia?"

"Zieglind? Are you there? Is the telepathy still connected?"

"Who are you?! Stop with this. Stop doing this to me!"

"Woah. You're still there. What happened? We're in the hidden basement we saw while we were running in the sewers. We saw a giant door but we didn't enter yet since you're not here yet."

"Shut up! Stop playing with me... Stop playing with my damn emotions!"

"Quiet mister." A male voice resonated again in my mind.

"This voice... How... How are you still alive? You're supposed to be dead!"

"Oh. Is that what happened?"

"You bastard!" I ran up to him and grabbed his neck.

"Go on. Do it."

I grabbed his neck even tighter. "You bastard!"

But he vanished into thin air.

"Haha. HAHAHA! Pitiful. Your sight that is. Look at yourself."

"What... Is happening?" I looked at myself and saw that the armor I had was gone. I was standing there, wearing the same clothes.