Yrythaela

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.

Conqueror

I woke up in the middle of the night. I could see the flood of menus in my face. I could feel my throb very fast like its about to explode.


"This... Is a lot of skills. I guess my heart is beating so fast because we're slowly becoming one. I need to tell Afal this."


I was about to contact Afal with my telepathy when my door suddenly opened.


"Show... show yourself!" I see Yefa kicked the door down. She had a trembling voice.


"Your... Your appearance..." Precia pointed at me.


"Do you not see... yourself? Hmm... Ice Wall!" Yefa casted a spell and ice erupted from the floor.


"Is... This me?" My appearance reflected on the ice.


I didn't even recognize myself. My brown pupil  turned to black. My sclera turned to red.


I looked at my hand and it was shrouded in black and red. It only reached until my own shoulder.


Chapter 48 - New Form