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

"Now that the existence of the Demons have been confirmed, it is not a stretch to assume, currently, High Class Demons are the only creatures who can use True Magic. By that logic, there is a high possibility that the Four Heroes were—no. Just no."


Iliana shook her head faintly as she put Chester's research paper down, then looked at him in bewilderment. She couldn't believe what she had read—she couldn't believe he could make such a bold claim.


"Are you mental? Don't you know that this hypothesis of yours will be considered a slander no matter how much sense it makes?"


"Well... If it turns out to be a garbage, they will just dispose it, won't they?" Chester smiled awkwardly.


"The thing is, it's not a garbage," Iliana said solemnly. "It makes too much sense to be discarded as such. You are just calling death upon yourself."


At Iliana's harsh criticism, Chester sighed helplessly. He was glad that she agreed with what he wrote, but he felt slightly disheartened by the scolding.


After Two Years (End)