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"Shit! He died again."
A boy threw his sword the moment he landed on the ground. He used his levitating magic to pick up a dead body and carry it in his arms.
"My tan skin is now even darker than yours." he commented as he compared his dark complexion to the pale, lifeless body on his arms. He looked at a corpse as if it was not new for him to see that person lifeless, but it doesn’t mean it’s not painful to see his brother like this.
"It’s not a good time to die, Kuya."
The boy softly talked to the lifeless body as he looked up at the blue sky. His long silver-blond hair swayed with the wind as he flew through the sky, ascending slowly without end.
"The weather is too good for us to die."
It was a bright and sunny morning. White, fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, and so did his mind.
The boy’s purple eyes have turned darker the more he stares at his dead brother’s pink hair, stained with blood. He had been trying to make his brother’s life better in his every regression, but the more he tried, the earlier his brother died.
Originally, his brother died at fifty, but now in his ninetieth try, his brother died too early, at fifteen years old. It made him wonder if his power to return in time would really help his brother to experience a good and peaceful life, which his brother had never experienced. Or if it was just a power to mess everything up and make his brother’s life miserable.
“What did I miss this time? What more should I do?”
The boy grumbled while he gripped tighter on his brother’s body. It’s tiring, especially because he keeps returning back in time nineteen times in less than a century. He fought a lot of higher beings that humans could never surpass, but he somewhat did.
For his brother, he could face dragons, gods, beasts, and any kind of dangerous being. He becomes stronger and greater than any human. But why does he keep failing?
The boy just let out a sigh before he sped up, ascending to the sky, only focusing on his direction toward the sun.
“Let’s die again and try for the twentieth time. I will never give up.”

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The eyes and interest of the higher gods are focused on the fragile-looking child whom the firstborn son of the Marquis wished to divert.

Ernesto Oliva is doing his best to save his friend from the bored and conceited gods that have made their lives very twisted.

He returned back to the past multiple times with one goal: to make his friend's life more fulfilling.

He does, however, end up dealing with a variety of beings, including Deities , Dragons, Demons, Giants, and other mysterious beings

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Cover illustrated by: Aerinmaers
What to see here: Fight against gods and other races
Powers used: Magic, Divine, Aura

Firstborn Twisted Time

Ernesto doesn't look excited at all and he also kicked Watson while ordering him to get him food.

Watson let out a sigh before going out.

Luceethe, who was disturbed by Ernesto waking up, opened his eyes and glared at Ernesto.

"This is not your room, young master."

Ernesto returned to lying at Luceethe bed and even hugged a pillow.

"Arent forgetting that you almost killed because you forced my growth of fire?"

Ernesto talked reluctantly to Luceethe which made him feel offended how careless Ernesto was.

Luceethe stood up and formed the first ever water spear he ever made and pointed it at Ernesto.

"You still have a lot to learn. you think you can kill someone now that you lit up your fire?"

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