Elias_Nightwalker

"Congratulations on receiving the following Unique Skills:-
–Appraisal (Basic)
–Skill Absorption (Mythic)
–Universal Synthesis (Ultimate)"

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"Synthesis Skills— Swift Sword Strike + Fire Toad's Breath."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations! Your Skill Synthesis was successful."

"Your skills evolved into: Azula Sword Strike.‌"

"Synthesis Materials— Titanium Runic Sword + Wyvern Bones"

"Congratulations! You Synthesis was successful. Your Sword has evolved into Skeletal Dragon Sword."

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In a heart-wrenching tale of loneliness and despair, Ethan's life has been one of unending tragedy. Orphaned at a young age and tormented by a relentless terminal illness, he spent his final days confined to a cold, confined hospital room. 

As he takes his last breath, he awakened in a mysterious void, where Ethan is given the opportunity to choose three unique skills that will define his new existence. With millions of options but only three choices, he carefully selects his path, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey of Reincarnation.

Reincarnated into a fantastical world filled with magical Skills, powerful beings, and untold dangers, Ethan must navigate his new life, wielding the skills he chose to survive and thrive in a realm where anything is possible. 

But the question remains: Will this second life bring him the happiness and purpose he was denied in his first, or will it lead him down an even darker path?


Chapter release: 2 chs/day 


Guys, its my first time writing, and it might not suit everyone. I can only say sorry in advance. Thanks for reading!

Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

As Hexagon faced the seven exalted figures, his form shifted back into its massive hexagonal structure, composed of intricate geometric patterns glowing with an ancient energy.

The seven figures, wrapped in their respective cosmic auras, narrowed their eyes, sensing Hexagon's readiness for battle.

"Hexagon, you must tell us why you've chosen to aid those natives and that cursed creature," Eldarion, the grumpy elder, demanded sternly, his figure cloaked in Cosmic Earth elements that radiated unshakable stability.

Elheim, radiating an aura of Fire, stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. "Hexagon, hand over the fugitives, and we'll avoid unnecessary destruction. You know well that if we fight, these fragile creatures will be wiped from existence."

The fiery creatures in the surrounding constellation trembled, sensing the overwhelming power of the intruders. Yet, they didn't panic, their faith in Hexagon unshaken.

Chapter 368: Ambush