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

"Hmm... It looks even better than Azarthan, and it is saying something considering the latter is our Empire's capital city," Iliana remarked as she looked around territory governed by Alphoetra Tribe.


Even though they weren't the first one to head to Padeitophys, they still arrived there first. They had rushed on their way there, so it was slightly relieving that the scene was worth the rush.


They knew they wouldn't be able to enjoy the beauty of the scenery the moment the representative of Frachtenhein Kingdom arrived.


"Why don't we get down, and greet them or something?" Iliana wondered.


"They are but mere tribesmen—servants." Basil gestured at the line of Elves standing in front of Deacon while marvelling at him. "You shouldn't be on the same ground as them until their Master arrives."


"Has spending your time too much with the King changed you to an obnoxious Noble?" Iliana remarked humorously.


A Good Tongue Game