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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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Precia's Chapter 107 - Separation

"MASS TELEPORT!" Zeta finally finished his casting.

"No you won't! Sprint!" That voice...

I looked back and saw him push Fafnir out of the teleportation spell. But if you do that Zieglind then... "ZIEGLIND, NO!" before I could say anything more, I was teleported right back to Polk. "Zeta, teleport us back!"

"I don't have mana left..."

"Argh!" I began running towards the exit of the castle.

"Wait no! Barrie-" Before Zeta could finish speaking, a large explosion surrounded the castle blowing everything up.

I was hazy and my head was spinning. "It... Hurts..." I grabbed my head out of pain. I finally opened my eyes but everything was a blurry mess. I looked over to the right and I saw the terrain be perfectly incapacitated. To the point that we could see Fafnir over a thousand kilometers away. "He did... All of this?"

I looked around and everything was rubble. The whole kingdom of Polk has... fallen.