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 Whoosh!
 A strong yet warm wind caressed Basil's face. It's gentleness reminded him of someone's warmth. A smell of spring assaulted his nose, bringing him a sense of nostalgia.
 Rustle!
 Sounds of rustling grass filled surrounding, painting a clear picture of wind swaying grasses and flowers in his mind. He knew where he was, even without opening his eyes.
 "Flowerbed, huh?"
 He knew he had died—he was sure he had died. This place could either be afterlife or just him reminiscing of old memory. Or worse, it could be an Bewitchment that was casted by the seven people who had forced him to kill himself.
 However, he was pretty sure the latter wasn't the case, because ...
 "Sil.. are you sleeping?"
 He could hear a very familiar voice coming from his side; he knew who this voice belonged to. Despite having heard the exact same voice which had stimulated his disgust a few moments prior, he didn't feel any repulsion from the voice he had just heard.
 "I'm just enjoying the scenery. Why don't you lie down too?"
 A calm answer; he didn't even open his eyes. The words were casually spoken, yet he knew he had uttered those words before.
 'So, I'm just reminiscing a memory then.'
 A soft smile adorned his undoubtedly attractive face. However inwardly, he felt bitter with the situation.
 'Just how? Is this what happens after you die? Or maybe, this is hell? Is this how the so-called God punishes me? If so, this Lord is disappointed. It doesn't even give me any form suffering!'
 Overbearing!
 Just as usual, Basil acted like Basil.
 He was about to continue on his soliloquy about how meek the "punishment" he got, when suddenly—
 Poke!
 "You are thinking about something unnecessary, aren't you?"
 —a finger poked his cheek.
 It belonged to a beautiful purple-haired woman whom Basil knew very well; the purple-haired woman squinted her eyes at Basil to get an answer out of him.
 "No. You aren't even a Mentalist. How can you read my mind?"
 "I know you well—I can see it from your face."
 Just like that, a very familiar conversation flowed. However, Basil gently frowned his face, as if finding the situation unsatisfactory.
 The reason?
 'Ridiculous! What can she tell from my perfectly controlled facial expression? ... Oh, right. It should be the plot. It's just a memory.'
 Nodding his head inwardly, he accepted the bewildering event that was currently unfolding.
 'Then, at this point, she will be...'
 Just as he was about to recall what would happen next. The purple-haired woman lied on her side, facing his direction.
 "What were you thinking about, Sil?"
 Whoosh!
 The strong yet warm wind once again swept over them. This time, the rustle wasn't only heard from the surrounding, but also from the above; it was highly likely a tree.
 Then, as if proving his thought was correct, something fell on his face.
 "Ah, look! The Apple Blossom fell on your face! Fufufu..."
 A melodious laugh resounded from her. It was a laugh that he had missed and yearned for long. Unconsciously, he bit his lower lip.
 Just as the purple-haired woman was about to remove the Apple Blossom from his face, he lied on his side, and faced his body toward her.
 Gently opening his eyes, myriads of emotions swirled in his eyes when they were fully opened. His gaze was so intense, the purple-haired woman was momentarily taken aback.
 "What—What happened? Did I somehow disturb you?"
 A genuine concern could be felt from her tone; unfortunately, she took it as something else.
 Basil wasn't bothered; it had also happened in the past. Though, at that time what he had thought had been different than what he was thinking currently.
 Deciding to get off of the "script" for a bit, he said softly, "I was thinking about you."
 "O-Oh... I see." The purple-haired woman was flustered.
 Seeing that brought a gentle smile to his face. Although she regained her composure in the next moment, it was enough for him. It wasn't a common occurrence to see her like that.
 Overwhelmed with emotion, he didn't even register the fact that she had reacted differently from his memory. He asked instead, "How are you these days?"
 "I ... am fine. Why do you ask?"
 "Just wanted to make sure."
 Basil just stared at the purple-haired woman silently; a gentle smile was forever etched on his face. If anyone were to see the current him, they would be flabbergasted. Basil had never made that face in front of anyone.
 In turn, the purple-haired woman was curiously staring at him. Basil was normally a very attentive man. However, at this moment he chose to ignore everything, and enjoy the moment.
 He didn't even register her curious stare, and how different things had happened from the past. He didn't care. He had died; it was all over—or so he had thought.
 After who knows how long had passed, he sighed forlornly. "Huuh... Sorry about that." Lying on his back, he gazed at the sky.
 The purple-haired woman, likewise, followed him, and quickly covered the distance between them. "Fufufu.. it's okay since it was me. But, I believe another women would take that gaze differently."
 Her sight wasn't on the sky; it was fully on Basil. She could see it from the side: the forlornness his face was showing. It was gently enveloped by the sunshine, giving him an otherworldly look.
 The flowers surrounding them—countless of Purple Hyacinths gently swayed in the wind; it was a flowerbed, the place where they laid their body upon.
 A strange combination of Apple Blossom and Hyacinth was made. It was only possible because the world wasn't bound by any reality.
 "I think... it's not that bad dying on a flowerbed." A gentle voice full of defeat unconsciously escaped Basil's mouth.
 "Do you think it's the end?"
 "I do. Once you're dead, it's the end for you. I don't think you can do anything after death," He answered offhandedly.
 This conversation didn't happen in the past; in the past, he had asked how she would like to die. It was different now, but unfortunately he didn't register the fact yet.
 "Then, let me ask you. Do YOU think it's the end?"
 The purple-haired woman was no longer lying on his side. She was already on top of him, looking at his eyes deeply. A strange feeling filled his chest: a sense of incongruence quickly overwhelmed him.
 His forlorn look was instantly wiped off his face; a serious look took over his face. The melancholic gaze was gone; a calculative, and cautious glare took its place.
 "Is this afterlife? Where am I? Heaven?"
 At Basil's question, the purple-haired woman blinked her eyes, and stared at Basil disbelievingly. She moved her body away from him, then sat beside him—still facing his direction.
 "I can't believe you have so much confidence in yourself going to Heaven." A helpless smile adorned her face as she shook her head. "As for your question, no, it isn't Heaven."
 "Then, it must be somewhere else." He nodded his head.
 A genuine curiosity took over her as she looked at him with a wondering look. "Why don't you think it's Hell?" Basil snorted lightly. "Hmph! Someone like you shouldn't be found in hell. God's standard must be flawed if someone like you go to hell."
 Admirable certainty! His confidence in her was truly incredible. He was by no means unreasonable, but for some things he was unreasonably stubborn.
 Seemingly understanding his meaning, the purple-haired woman shook her head with a helpless smile. "I thank you for your confidence in me, but I am not who you think I am."
 "Hm. I know that already."
 Instant acceptance!
 The purple-haired woman was dumbfounded. For someone who had acted reasonably, he was pretty unreasonable.
 Just then, he had looked at her as if he was looking at his long lost lover. But now, he was looking at her as if someone treating his elder.
 "I guess you have already figured out who I am?" She asked unsurely.
 "No, I don't know who you are."
 "Then, how do you know I am not someone you know?"
 Basil pointed his eyes. "The gaze."
 "Hm?" The purple-haired woman looked at him curiously.
 Basil didn't explain himself immediately. Instead, he raised his body, and sat himself straight. Staring at her straight in the eyes, he said, "That gaze doesn't belong to someone who has merely lived for thirty years—that gaze doesn't belong to human."
 A bitter smile was immediately etched on his face. "I knew it by the time you looked at me like that. I can see the vastness, and immeasurable depth inside. Believe me when it comes to people, I can measure how shallow they are; you are by no means shallow."
 "I see."
 The purple-haired woman nodded her head lightly. Looking at him silently for a moment, she then opened her mouth; her time to explain things had come.
 "This place called Dreamland. It's an independent domain that isn't bound by the law of the world—the realm between life and death. Normally, you can't enter this place freely; you have to fulfill a certain condition to be able to enter it. Such as—"
 "External interference."
 She didn't have to finish her words, since Basil had completed them for her. Once again, she was made speechless.
 "Yes ... That's right. However, if your soul is too strong, you can forcefully make your way inside; a strong soul can maintain its conscience even after death. That is how one could end up in Dreamland."
 "Does that mean I belong to the former category?"
 "Yes and no ..." She shook her head. "Your soul is strong enough to enter Dreamland."
 "What happens to people who enter Dreamland?"
 "They are reincarnated."
 At the answer, a sigh of disappointment escaped Basil's mouth. The purple-haired woman, who saw that, twitched her lips.
 "Reincarnation is not a bad thing. You can choose what you want to be reincarnated to."
 "Doesn't sound appealing to me," he said in distaste. "Rather than reincarnating, better spending my life in eternal rest. It's wiser than repeating the things I have done."
 The purple-haired woman waved her hand mildly. "Don't worry about that. You won't remember a thing about your last life."
 "That's exactly my concern: doing something you have done while not knowing it."
 "You aren't repeating the same thing, though. Your life will be different; you will be met with people you haven't met."
 Basil shook his head as if the purple-haired woman didn't get what he meant. Sighing lightly, he explained his view on the matter.
 "Supposed that I died, and then reincarnated. I do live once again, but haven't I lived the same life before? The outcome might be different, but I will still do the same thing again—living."
 Turning his neutral gaze to the purple-haired woman, he said, "Correct me if I'm wrong."
 The purple-haired woman kept her silence. Contrary to what he had expected, she had a faint smile on her face.
 "Look around you!" She gestured at the flowers surrounding them. She put her hand on her chest, then said, "Look at me! What do you see?"
 A simple question, yet Basil's answer didn't come immediately. He knew the answer, yet he was reluctant to say it.
 He moved his gaze at his surrounding. Purple Hyacinths covered most of the ground; behind him was an Apple Blossom tree.
 The fallen flowers decorated the ground, giving a sense of incongruence yet harmonious sight to behold. Lastly, his gaze fell on the purple-haired woman.
 Deeply looking at her in the eyes, he emotionally muttered, "Regrets."
 A short answer. Just a word, but it conveyed his feelings well. He had felt myriads of emotions when he had seen her, but the strongest feeling he had gotten had been regret; it was something he couldn't admit easily.
 He had no face to face her—he was ashamed. He had promised her one thing: to live without regrets. How funny fate works, she became the very reason of his regret.
 "Hm. I can see that." The purple haired woman nodded her head, then smiled at him. "Don't you think you want to undo your regret?"
 "No, I don't."
 "What are you—"
 She was bewildered by Basil's blunt answer, but he wasn't done yet.
 "I don't want to undo it; it is just an act to repeat the inevitable. I want to erase it!"
 The more he spoke, the more passionate he became. He was quickly overtaken by emotion; his heated gaze was directed at her. Both sides became silent, until the purple-haired woman finally opened her mouth.
 "What is the offer?"
 Unfortunately, she didn't manage to say anything just yet: she was beaten once again by him.
 She was dumbfounded; she was annoyed, and pissed. He had ruined the mood she had painstakingly built!
 Although she felt that way, she was professional enough to not show it on her face. Sighing lightly, she motioned her hand. "Huuh... Come!"
 Luckily this time, Basil was obedient enough to follow her instruction. Wordlessly approaching her, he stood in front of her, and stared right into her eyes. It was quite a comical sight, since it looked like a staredown.
 It couldn't be helped, she was merely as tall as his chest after all. Annoyed once again, she just extended her hand and touched his forehead ... Or that what she meant to do.
 Basil had purposefully leaned his head backward, making it hard for her to reach his forehead due to their height difference.
 "You! Give me your forehead!" An embarrassed voice came out of her.
 He smirked, then lowered his head. Finally, he could feel the hand touching his forehead. He could feel it clearly.
 'Ah, it is different. It's not her,' he mused in his mind.
 A sigh of disappointment unconsciously leaked out of him. As if reading his thought, the purple-haired woman snorted.
 "Hmph! Enjoy your trip!"
 That was the last thing he heard, before a blinding light encapsulated him. Once again, he felt weightlessness.
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 In this world, human are in peril. 72 Obelisks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infecting the world with Monsters. Amongst this chaos, people look for hope.
 A man named Basil Pacifer is the humanity's hope. He is the strongest Mage alive at that point. Sadly, he believes in no man, and he always moves alone.
 ...
 Basil observes the unfolding scene bitterly. He is aware of his impending doom, however he has no grudge. He has lived long enough to achieve things people can only dream about.
 Looking back to his past, he realized his life is nothing more than a sad story.
 Closing his eyes, he accepted his end — or so he thought.
 ...
 "Look at me! What do you see?"
 "Regrets."
 "Don't you want to undo it?"
 "Tell me what the offer is."
 Thus, Basil Pacifer returned to the past, being his younger self once again. Of course, he returned back with something.
 ...
 [Ding!]
 [Guide to Omniscience is successfully merged with The Chosen One]
 [Analyzing The Chosen One's mental capability...]
 [Analyzation Complete!]
 [Result: The Chosen One is retarded]
 [Initiate Brain Configuration!]
 No matter how useless the golden finger he received seems, he will reach a higher height than his last life. This time, he will completely erase any regrets he has!
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 This is a story of a traverser learning magic in the Harry Potter world with golden fingers. 
 “Big scoundrel, pay for my pen, and it is forbidden to call me breast name again.” Damenya girl wrote the channel resentfully. 
 “Canaan, quickly get rid of your stinky mouse! Ravenclaw buckles very much!” The bat-like figure roared. 
 Canaan shrugged and said with some helplessness. “Pikachu, come back soon, the professor is almost bald by you!”
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 What is the concept of mastering the six infinity gems at the beginning?
 
 Two words: invincible!
 
 Yun Che traveled across the heavens and worlds, without gold fingers, let alone grandpa!
 
 but……
 
 But there are six infinite gems added!
 
 It is not the kind that requires the assistance of infinite gloves, but is integrated into the soul, accompanied by a lifetime of true mastery!
 
 The start is invincible, the debut is the peak!
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 Kyros Steele was the strongest warrior in the Omega Kingdom. But when the Great War of All began, this kingdom fell. Kyros was captured.
 Destined to become a slave through necromancy, Kyros could only curse at his led bitter life.
 But on his final moments, he meets an eccentric Old Man who claimed to be the God of Time.
 Much like Kyros, this Old Man was fated for suffering and defeat. Because the God of Time could not be killed, the Great Gods conspired to curse him and make him human first. And so the God of Time escaped but was now human. Even if he used his powerful magic to send his consciousness back in time, he would still be defeated, for his soul was no longer a god but a man.
 Helpless as his time-traveling rebirth would easily fail, the God of Time offers and asks for Kyros's help. He would send Kyros back along with his own consciousness back in time. This would hide the God of Time from his enemies and give Kyros the chance to fulfill his revenge.
 Just when the two were about to time travel, a shocking mystery caused the God of Time to marvel in awe. Kyros was not a human but had the bloodline of the most accursed and dangerous race of all.
 Kyros is the legendary Nephilim.
 And so begins the Ascension of the Nephilim.
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 She crosses over to a different world, and becomes a little six year old good-for-nothing. One day she rises up, with her summoning skills which defy the laws of nature and forbidden magic. Her abilities suddenly astound the world and she disdainfully looks down upon the strong from the mere corner of her eyes.
 When extreme frivolousness meets up with two-facedness, when a genius squabbles with an evildoer, at that moment, the world trembles because of it!
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 Traveling to Rune Continent with a game system from a small three-game manufacturer, Rowan looked down at the wooden sword in his hand, and then at the strange guys in the friend list. 
 [Your friend Jarvan IV has inherited an epic weapon, the Dragon Splitter, and his strength has greatly increased! 】 
 [Your friend Bobby has received the blessing of Runeterra—physical enhancement! 】 
 [Your friend Janna has gained the power of faith - sublimation of godhood] 
 [Your friend Lord of Shadow Stream was attacked by your friend Eye of Twilight] 
 "..." 
 Seeing what happened to everyone in the friends list, Luo Wen, who had only been practicing for a few years, decisively put down the iron sword in his hand and turned around and returned to his small house. 
 More than ten years later—— 
 The Noxians invaded Demacia on a large scale, and the border became a must-pass point for Noxian attacks. When the war officially invaded the town, a sword flew out of the air. 
 Thousands of swords and shadows appeared in the sky, and the patron saint of the kingdom retreated with the power of one person. 
 ———— 
 "I knew this guy was a talent from the day I saw him" - Tiana Crownguard. 
 "It's not that it's more cost-effective to invade Ionia, it's that Demacia can't afford it!" - Jericho Swain. 
 "My kingdom needs people like him." - Eagle Father Azir. 
 "Although I am very dissatisfied with those ditch rats, who dares not to listen to the orders of the Ninth Councilor?" - Councilor Tallis. 
 ... 
 Looking back, Rowan discovered that in less than a hundred years, his footprints had spread all over Rune Continent.
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 The broken mirror was buried in the void for half a year.
 I once fought hard on the Immortal Mountain, facing darkness and turmoil.
 I once killed the gods from outside the realm, and the emperor's blood splashed across the universe.
 I once pretended to be dead and dragged the two Supremes to death together.
 I have a strong sense of integrity and blood that fills the universe, which proves my hardships.
 But things are different now. My whole life has been empty and I am no weaker than anyone else!
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 【Comprehensive elements】 
 A machete in one hand, an orange in the other, and a gun on his waist. 
 With a lottery system that can be upgraded to draw various abilities after being beaten. 
 Villian Crowe stood on top of the world and announced loudly: 
 Lao Tzu's title is "Steel Bone"! 
 Cigarette.GIF 
 "This is the story of a man who can't be beaten to death, starting from One Piece and traveling through all worlds" 
 1. "One Piece" - 2. "Demon Slayer: Blade" - 3. "Naruto" - 4. "Ling Cage" - 5. "Cyberpunk Edgewalker" 
 The plot is interspersed between the worlds. 
 There are already completed works "I have 48 pieces of Teigu, but I only want to rely on myself", "Journey to Ten Thousand Worlds Starting from the Blade of Pillar Destroyer", please watch~~~
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 People are in Uchiha, and there is still one year before the night of the genocide. 
 Uchiha Setsuna thought that he could not change the fate of Uchiha’s genocide. 
 but…… 
 【The simulation starts! 】 
 [At the age of 6, you entered the ninja school. 】 
 [6 years and 1 month old, you learned the chakra extraction technique. 】 
 [6 years and 2 months old, you learned the art of fire escape and fireball. 】 
 [6 years and 3 months old, you learned the three-body technique. 】 
 … 
 [6 years and 11 months, your strength has reached the level of Genin. 】 
 [This simulation ends. 】 
 【Please choose your income from the following two options. 】 
 [1: Chakra of the lower ninja level. 】 
 [2: Something you are holding in your hand. 】
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 My name is Wang Yu, I have the nickname Chengfeng, and I also have the nickname Duzuo, and my nickname is Chuanlaneren. This novel is the story of me traveling in different worlds after I got the opportunity and gained strength, and I also found her and them in all the worlds. Although they are all acquaintances, this does not prevent us from telling this story together. It’s a ridiculous story, so please prepare your eyes to be dazzled when we tell this story.
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 “Ding! Moon-breaking Wolf. Holy evolution. 6-winged Star Beast!”
 “Ding! Elemental Spirit Princess. Level synchronization. Current level: Emperor!”
 …
 The Flame-tailed Green lion that roamed the plains, the Earth Bear that ruled the forest, the Ice Demon Wolf that trailed the snowy mountains, the Tempest Raven that soared the vast sky, and the Raging Whale the swept the ocean, these were all beasts that could be found in a world where every animal had evolved due to the wake of the Holy Light.
 The only animal that did not change was the human…
 In order to face the endangerment of human civilization, people began to learn how to tame the monsters and fuse with them to form armors and become stronger.
 People hailed those who could fuse with monsters as Armorers.
 The level and quality of the monsters that these Armorers fused with would determine how powerful they would become.
 Lin Tian, who had a cheat-like system, could infinitely evolve himself and his beast. Their ranks slowly increased from common, to uncommon, to rare, to epic, to mythical, to legendary, to holy, to godly, and finally, to almighty.
 A few years later, when Lin Tian fused with his beast, the world would learn of his name.
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 Three Souls lay in one body,
 One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.
 And He lost it all.
 The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.
 A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.
 He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.
 And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.
 And the Third?
 The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.
 He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.
 His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.
 His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.
 His enemies were greater than one could count.
 His luck is worse than shit.
 And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.
 He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.
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 “Your stats are lower than that of your average person.”
 The weakest by a mile among the otherworldlers of class 1-A, Takatsuki Makoto.
 The Heroes and Sages who had cheat skills in his class had went off, and the base set lifespan is 10 years?
 The Great Demon Lord is going to revive soon?
 I am a Mage Apprentice?
 Isn’t the balance way too bad? This damn Isekai is a tr*sh game!
 “Want to be my believer?”, the Goddess that told me this has zero believers!
 Aah, this is bad…I don’t think I can clear this. The Goddess with zero believers is an incredible beauty, and she is telling me she is imprisoned somewhere and is waiting to be saved. My last and hardest mission is to save the Goddess.
 Clearing this Isekai that only has adversities, the story of the weakest mage.
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