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In this world, human are in peril. 72 Obelisks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infecting the world with Monsters. Amongst this chaos, people look for hope.

A man named Basil Pacifer is the humanity's hope. He is the strongest Mage alive at that point. Sadly, he believes in no man, and he always moves alone.

...

Basil observes the unfolding scene bitterly. He is aware of his impending doom, however he has no grudge. He has lived long enough to achieve things people can only dream about. 

Looking back to his past, he realized his life is nothing more than a sad story.

Closing his eyes, he accepted his end — or so he thought.

...

"Look at me! What do you see?"

"Regrets."

"Don't you want to undo it?"

"Tell me what the offer is."

Thus, Basil Pacifer returned to the past, being his younger self once again. Of course, he returned back with something.

...

[Ding!]

[Guide to Omniscience is successfully merged with The Chosen One]

[Analyzing The Chosen One's mental capability...]

[Analyzation Complete!]

[Result: The Chosen One is retarded]

[Initiate Brain Configuration!]

No matter how useless the golden finger he received seems, he will reach a higher height than his last life. This time, he will completely erase any regrets he has!

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Disclaimer:
I'm too broke to make my own Cover. Therefore, I'm borrowing the masterpiece of AnatoFinnstark from DeviantArt (title: The Cold of Eternity).

The Lord Is Too Overbearing

"Hm! It is a pleasure to have a business with you! I hope our cooperation would be long lasting."


The Chief of Philosopher Alchemy Store in Woster Region, Hanz, laughed cheerfully while shaking Basil's hand. He couldn't help it, he was ecstatic!


He had sold ten batch of Crystal Clear Alpha merely in two days. The demand of Crystal Clear Alpha was that high! Even some of the Mages had made a reservation in advance.


He could see it, the bright future! Crystal Clear Alpha would be the Kingdom's renowned Catalyst. And he, as the first person who sold it, would be sought by many. 


Of course, he had to treat Basil with extreme care, so he didn't sell his product to another store. Thus, the magnanimity.


Basil merely nodded his head and pouched his 500 gold coins. It was an enormous amount of money that a son of a Viscount wouldn't easily get. However, it was no more than a pocket money to him.


Ordeals (End)