Frona_Gorgophone

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

It had been 20 minutes of walking through the passageway with normal speed, and Sylvia couldn't shake the skin crawling aura she was feeling off. 


The passageway was slightly brighter than the hall they had been before. However, it was incomparably spookier than the hall.


"Huuh... Am I the only one feeling this?" She turned her head to Norman. Without glancing at her, Norman replied, "No. The closer we get, the stronger the aura is." He even had an unusually normal face—which means, he had no scowl on his face.


Sylvia turned her head to Basil. He was still leading them in the front, completely unfazed by the aura the passage was exuding. 


Surely, she knew not to compare herself with him. The stunts Basil had displayed were enough indication they were in a whole different level.


Suddenly, Basil raised his hand. As everyone saw that, Thompson didn't bother to shout it out. 


Stepping forward to Basil's side, Thompson asked, "What is it?"


Haunted (2)