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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

The silence overwhelming the place was deafening. Coupled with the solemn look on the Mages and the scared civilians in the background, the atmosphere was anything but comfortable.


The Knights were curious, but none of them immediately asked the Mages what they had received. They gave the Mages some time before eventually asking them when the look on the expression on the Mages' face eased slightly. 


Thompson acted as the representative. "Do you mind if I ask what made you guys so tense?"


The Knights and the civilians reacted the same way. All of them were shocked by Iliana's quick and direct answer—they immediately looked at her as if she was lying.


"It is to be expected." Iliana lightly shrugged. "That stupid King decided to send the Royal Army's Legions to BA-32 instead of sending them there—what do you expect to happen? 30,000 or so people winning against more than 60,000 Monsters?"


Earlier (End)