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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

As the cursed words were uttered, Basil immediately recoiled back in shock. His Qi Core immediately heated up as a foreign energy invaded it.


Gritting his teeth as he did his best to control the rampaging power inside him, he deactivated his Pacifer Soul, which also deactivated [Vacant Vessel], and ignored the foreign energy invading his Core temporarily.


Asia left his body and returned to Durendal's Sword Realm, meanwhile Durendal's Sword Soul returned to Caliburn's. The power turmoil in his body calmed down significantly, and he immediately focused his attention to the foreign energy.


As his Art stopped splitting the land and the True Light Magic stopped illuminating the world in gold, he fell down to his knees. Throwing up a mouthful of blood, he moved his hand from his chest to his solar plexus with a dark gaze.


Wins and Losses