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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

Although he knew Arctic was strong, the exact extent of that strength remained a mystery. That lingering uncertainty gnawed at him, filling Damien with a strange anticipation. He couldn't help but wait, eyes fixed on the scene, heart pulsing a little quicker than usual.

Then, without warning, a stream of information surged into his mind—sharp, cryptic fragments that demanded focus. But before he could make sense of it all, Arctic's fist blurred through the air.

The sound resembled a cannonball colliding with a steel fortress. A deep, thunderous shockwave erupted as Arctic's punch struck the massive pillar. The sheer force caused the air itself to ripple, distorting the surroundings in a brief wave of pressured silence. Dust trembled, and the ground quivered ever so slightly under Damien's feet.

Not a scratch. Not a dent. Not even a faint tremor.

Strength Dimension