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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

Ansley Woster was befuddled. He was equally mad and disappointed at the King's decision which he had heard from the Royal Army. He knew what the King was up to, but he could never think doing such a thing was proper in times like this.


"To think that the King encouraged the princes to have a competition in this situation... Darn it! This is not acceptable," he muttered lowly to himself.


Looking at the injured soldiers of his County Army, who could only lie down helplessly on the grounds while the Priests and Healers healed them, he could only click his tongue bitterly. 


Their fate was pretty much sealed; they had to fight until their body couldn't move any longer. They were all going to die, and it was for the sake of allowing the princes to have their competition. 


"What a stupid way to die." Ansley smiled bitterly. Staring at the direction of Wisselton, the center of Woster County, he then sighed helplessly. "At least, I can die protecting them."


How It Feels To Be The Loser (14)