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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
257 Chs

Chapter 220: Young Masters

The group of newcomers appeared unruly, dressed in fine gear that highlighted their noble status. They were a gang of younger aristocrats, drunk and arrogant, displaying little respect or awareness.

"Hey, beauties," one of them slurred, smirking. "Are you free tonight? Let's have some fun while we still can, before this Kingdom vanishes. What do you say?" His eyes were glazed, unfocused, his companions laughing as they swayed unsteadily.

Princess Delilah's eyes narrowed, her voice cutting through their drunken chatter. "Watch your tone. Do you even realize who you're speaking to?"

A few of them blinked, finally focusing, and recognition slowly dawned on their faces. The color returned to their cheeks as they realized her identity.

"Max, Tim… that's Princess Delilah! Let's get out of here!" one of them whispered urgently, stepping back in panic.