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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

While their subordinates were busy with fighting the Demons, the Commander of each legion turned their head to Ansley. They gave their right of command to their Vice, then got down from their Hexapod Horses.


Graciously, they walked toward Ansley. Upon arriving right in front of him, the Commander of the Sixth Legion took off his helmet, then extended his hand. "Thank you for defending the area well, Earl Woster."


The Commander of Sixth Legion was a manly looking blond haired man. He had a well trimmed beard on his face that added more charm to his manly appearance. Standing at 198 centimeters tall, he had a muscular body that was befitting of the aura he was exuding.


Ansley quickly took the hand of Sixth Legion's Commander, then shook it firmly. "It is my pleasure to be able to meet you, Sir Dunstan." Admiration was apparent on his face.


Wake Up Call (End)