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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

After the newly arrived Warriors finished their greetings, Basil turned to Ione. She immediately nodded her head and then explained why she had only gathered nine Warriors despite having unified twelve Dungeons in total.


"They have lost the blade in their hearts, they said? I wonder if it is merely scepticism burying the blade," was Basil's response to the information. "What do they want to do for the rest of their lives then?"


"They just want to stay in the Dungeon and do nothing," Ione answered.


"Have they become a fustilarian[1] after spending two millennia trapped in the Dungeon? Nothing but a fudge[2] methinks!" Basil frowned lightly. "They must yearn to see me—to see the living proof of the claim."


Rather than thinking that the Warriors had lost their will to fight, Basil assumed that they were just too sceptical to believe in Ione's words. It was not far-fetched to think that way considering what they had gone through two millennia ago.


The Day Of Return (3)