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

Iliana, Ione, Xander, Manfred, Alphonse, Tinuviel and the rest of the army looked at Basil silently as he bombarded the Demons with the bladed weapons he was controlling. He was dissatisfied with the outcome of his battle against August, so he was venting it on them.


The ground shook as craters and trenches appeared in the ground. The amount of Mana filling the area was slightly suffocating even though he didn't blast his Mana towards the people.


Whenever a big explosion occurred, Iliana and the others would cringe meanwhile the soldiers tried their best to keep themselves standing. They had accepted the fact that they were nothing but spectators, so they didn't even try to help him.


By the time Basil stopped launching his bladed weapons, all of the Demons had died. Their disfigured bodies littered the ground, colouring it blue with their blood.


The Establishment (2)