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

That night, a secret conversation between Emperor Vansing and his daughter shook him to his core.

After hearing Myria's revelations, Vansing marched directly to his mother's chambers.

Standing just outside the grand doors, he paused as faint whispers reached his ears. The language was unfamiliar, a strange cadence that made his skin crawl. He couldn't decipher the words, nor did he care to; his purpose here was far more pressing.

He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with suspicion and anger. He needed answers—truths that could ease the turmoil in his soul.

The doors swung open violently as Vansing stormed into the room, his rage barely restrained. The lavishly adorned chamber gleamed with jewels, treasures, and artifacts collected over centuries—a room befitting a former Empress.

Chapter 395: Morgana