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"Power to accelerate Everything including time!!"

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Damien Harrier was a ruthless small-time gang leader, feared on the streets—until the night he let his guard down. The woman in his bed was a trap, rigged with a bomb by his enemies. She exploded. He died.

But death wasn’t the end.

He awakens in a nightmarish battle royale where thousands fight for survival under the gaze of the Master of Reincarnation. The rules are simple:

Only the top 10 earn a second life.

Refusing to kill means ceasing to exist.

Your performance determines your talent in your next life.

David fights his way through the slaughter, becoming one of the strongest contenders. Then, everything goes dark.

When he wakes again, he’s not on Earth anymore. He’s been reborn in a world recovering from an apocalypse, where lords rule over crumbling territories and every person awakens a unique ability at eighteen.

Thanks to his past victory, he gains a power like no other—Acceleration, allowing him to bend time itself. Armed with this ability and an evolving gun, he carves his path through war, politics, and abyssal horrors… rising from nothing to become the fastest lord of the apocalypse.

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SSS-Grade Acceleration Talent made me Fastest Lord of Apocalypse

Is this the same Alchemical Fire that every alchemist possessed?

Damien stared at the aged scroll in his hand, brows furrowed. The ancient script shimmered faintly in the dim treasury light, some letters faded with time, others still sharp as if inked yesterday.

Alchemy was a field he had dabbled in only briefly—far from his area of expertise. If this was the foundational flame used by all alchemists, then its value was immeasurable.

"I'll have to ask the Divine Researcher when I get the chance."

With that thought, he gently rolled the scroll back up and secured it carefully inside his inner coat pocket. Even if it was basic, knowledge was something you didn't leave lying around.

As he turned to explore deeper into the vault, something caught his eye—partially buried beneath a mound of gold coins and dull trinkets, a metallic box, sleek and ominous, with a grinning skull etched onto its lid.

Lord of hell