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

A suffocating silence loomed over the land as Aengus materialized in the Realm of the Dead.

His form flickered momentarily before solidifying completely. His presence rippled through the space like an unstoppable force.

His dark irises scanned the desolate landscape before him.

The first thing he noticed was the sheer weight of the place—an oppressive atmosphere woven with the despair of countless souls bound in chains. The air itself felt heavy, saturated with lingering wails of the tormented and the silent whispers of the judged.

"The First Hell." Aengus murmured.

Before him stretched an infinite land of darkened soil, cracked and lifeless. The red moon above cast eerie shadows across the endless field of bound souls, all tethered by chains that extended into the void.

Above him, monstrous, shifting figures weaved in and out of existence, their watchful gazes locked upon him.

Chapter 443: A Journey Accross Realms and Beyond