YoungCreator

Born into a world that had just discovered Qi, and learnt the art of cultivation; Kyle Lin becomes the youngest swordmaster at just the age of 15. 

When chaos descends on his world, Kyle and other brave ones face their first real threat since obtaining power. 

"But, it wasn't that simple..." 

By the time humanity had almost won against the Qi beasts; Kyle is killed by a mysterious artifact that descended from the sky at a blinding speed.

That didn't spell the end of his story, it was just the beginning... 

[Reincarnation in the process...]

[Reincarnation successful!] 

[Welcome to Zekkoa!] 
 

Kyle finds himself in a new world, inhabited by humans just like his former, but here, they use magic... and are far stronger and more experienced in their power system than his former.

Whereas everyone could awaken with one or two elemental affinity, Kyle awakens with the potential of mastering all—an Omni Mage. 

He also combines his elemental mastery with his knowledge as a swordmaster. Dominating and growing faster than ever, Kyle doesn't resign to his new fate. He steels himself to find out the actual reason for his reincarnation and free himself from becoming a pawn.

"I'll never let anyone control me again!"


[WSA 2024 Entry]

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Cover credits: MAXandMILLS, contracted author of "My Formula 1 System."
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Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage

'Damn,' Kyle tried to say, but ended up saying it within him. His first attempt had gone disastrously wrong, and the arrow he'd loosed had flown wildly off course.

He stared at the targets in the distance and then back at the quiver of arrows.

'This is going to take a while,' he thought.

He reached for another arrow, taking his time to nock it properly. The bow felt awkward in his hands like before, but he drew it back as best as he could, aimed it towards one of the two targets, and released.

The arrow veered sharply to the left, missing by an even greater margin than the first. It even landed somewhere in the grass far beyond the field.

'Patience. It's not like I've ever done this before,' Kyle reminded himself.

Arrow after arrow followed, each one missing its mark in different 'creative' ways. Some went too high, others too low, and a few spiraled out of control almost as soon as they left the bowstring.

Clearing Floors (3)