silent_walker

To stop the poison from consuming the world, you have to consume the poison itself. 

First and foremost, do not be deceived by thinking he's barely the vessel of the Eye, and without the Eye, he's just another Guardian. 

Even before the Eye chose him, he showed what he was made of, and he was capable enough to uproot cancer. Unfortunately, the world never remembered that tale.

Elior lost everything in the last war, comrades, friends, and love. But he was granted a second chance to correct all his errors and embark on his path to stop Chaos again.

After regressing 12 years in the past, Elior started his journey from the Institute of Earth's Guardians again.

But this time he won't be the Messiah, the hope of the world, as his Godmother wanted. As he knows, the world does not need another Messiah, but a REAPER.

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Disclaimer: The Mc is naive in the beginning even though he's regressed, the reason behind all that was that he didn't have full access to his memory. So he acts like a teenager mostly, with high values and morals that he barely might be able to keep.
There's an issue with mc not ready to hit a woman, it's poorly done in the beginning chapters, there's bigger reason behind it in later parts.

The author doesn't own the cover.
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Chaos Cycle: The Eye of Genesis

Elior stood ready, bearing his spear on one arm, breathing in and out. Waves were warping from the spearhead, as he took the throwing form, while a couple of meters away, professor Aleister was ready with his spells. He was only waiting for Elior to fail or for any mischief to happen. From the teleportation gate to flee, if the metal beast chose to self-destruct itself, to the chains to collect the pieces as well as control the detonation.

Surely, if the professor wanted, he could kill the metal beast with ease, and give it to Elior. Either way, it was the same thing other than the fact that Elior would not gain any karma points from it. His soul and body already had a glitch, and he had to advance to the second-order as soon as possible, in order to expel it. Certainly, he had contained it pretty well than most others in his shoes would, but it was still not enough.

'Nothing was enough,' he thought and sighed.

Troubles