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Throughout history, Humans have strived for greatness, not only in name but in deeds as well, and many failed to achieve it. 
It was no different in a Land of Dragons, Mythical beings, Knights, Mages, Demi-humans, and demonic beings. But their greatness came in a different form, a concept known as POWER. 
The power to conquer, to build, to control, to protect, and to love. 

Raffaelo Jun was a man born with a silver spoon, yet his sheltered upbringing prevented him from becoming the man he was meant to be. 
He was unable to achieve the greatness of the prestigious family of the Jun household and became a sight of ridicule. 

He was used for a while until he wasn't, then discarded and killed for being a threat to the throne, but Fate had other plans. 
Reborn as a child, he starts over as the sole son of the Jun household, his actions brimming with intent. 
He had one goal: attain the power that he once ignored and stand on the precipice of human existence, to protect all that are dear to him. 

Note: It starts slowly until recent chapters. 
Interesting side characters, power systems, techniques, and a mixture of variety with the right blend. 
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I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

The question dropped like an iron pin in the Pacific.

Starting a whirl of thoughts that only led to confusion.

Nicho's once calm and lighthearted mood had taken a turn for the worse.

Because, unlike Louis who was amid a moral crisis, Ciara had already long forged hers.

If she so much as decides he was better off dead, then he would be.

He thought as he watched her make her way up the chain of Pipelines to get to them.

As he watched her in the eerie silence, his thoughts broke into different compartments

One searching for a means out, another calculating the right choice of words to use in his carefully laid out predicament. And the last thought questioned her sudden appearance.

Thus, his question evolved as such.

'There was a clear trap…wasn't there?'

It dawned on him slowly. Evidently. A finality served cold on a platter.

Chapter 431- Festival 162- The Sun Comet 11