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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

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Hasty Departures and Other Acts of Cowardice (3)

Sebastian navigated the streets with light and cautious steps.

He had to keep watch not only on the sparsely populated street but also on the buildings of New Dawn Plaza.

While the absence of people in the streets at this hour was limited, the guards in the adjacent buildings were still doing their job.

What if someone looked out the window and saw him? Sebastian knew that even a single pair of eyes spotting him could make the Four Sacred Clans aware of his escape.

<Not that they haven't already found out.>

He moved with a practiced stealth, his gaze flitting between the shadowed path ahead and the looming structures, ensuring that he remained unseen by any late-night onlookers.

<Everything looks wonderful. Just a few steps, Seb, or better, several hundreds, and I'm there.>

As he edged closer to the High Sprawl's northern gate, the night's silence was pierced by the indistinct murmur of voices.