ExSoldierLv99

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A journey through space and time... a lost soul that will find the answers about the past of a world and the mysteries of an ancient war.

When Adam finished his turn and then was preparing to go home after several hours of work, his team received a fire alert. He didn't expect that he would die following his father's footsteps, but fate had something else in store for him.

Adam died, but he was reincarnated in another world as Aion Kresnik, with his memories intact. Still, an easy life wasn't waiting for him despite the fact that he had a system and the ability to change jobs and make a spiritual weapon change to many forms. The reason for that was the fact that he was the son of a war hero and, at the same time, the son of a war prisoner and one of the last members of a powerful bloodline of mages. A bloodline that was hated by the whole world.

Aion's goals in that world were simple, get rid of the discrimination surrounding his mother and then find out why he was reborn with such a system since he knew that things couldn't be that convenient...

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The Supreme Level Up System

Vangel swung his sword slowly, but even so… The sword sliced through the air, cutting into Aion's left arm with a sickening sound. The pain was immediate and excruciating, shooting through his body like a lightning bolt. Aion's arm hung limply at his side, blood gushing from the deep gash.


But Aion wasn't one to give up easily. With a surge of determination, he quickly retrieved his severed arm and held it firmly against his wounded shoulder. He focused his energy, channeling his mana into the injured limb.


The healing process began, a faint blue glow enveloping the torn flesh. Aion's brow furrowed in concentration as he willed his body to mend itself. Tendons, muscles, and bones started to knit back together, piece by piece.


The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a dull throbbing. Aion flexed his fingers, testing the movement of his reattached arm. It responded, albeit weakly, but it was a sign of progress.


Time Dilation