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

"Father, your trusted Executioners have failed the task," Myria announced coldly, her voice devoid of emotion, though her aura radiated a deathly intent.

"I told you, you should have sent me for the task, Father," she added, her icy gaze fixed on Emperor Vansing.

"Failed, but how? Did the oposite faction intervened?"

The Emperor frowned deeply, seated upon the grand throne of the Imperial Court. The hall, vast and majestic, was filled with members of the ruling faction, all present to discuss matters of state.

Myria's announcement sent a ripple of unease through the court. Some looked confused, while others appeared visibly displeased.

"Princess Myria, do you mean to say the Executioners have failed in their mission to eliminate the chosen one?" a voice queried cautiously, breaking the tense silence.

Chapter 389: An Unfair Competition?