PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER - Chapter 75

It was a cold and lonely death on the battlefield despite the thousands of warriors around me and the beating sun shining upon my corpse.

In the year 431, I had died on the battlefield.

I was reincarnated into a new world, hoping my life would be better, but I ended up in a more miserable situation than before.

As the sickness began to eat the insides of my mother, a saving grace that would pull me out of the darkness, but into the abyss... had come.

[A system is being chos-

[Interference by higher being]

[Error]

[Authority is insuffici-

[Error]

[Authority is sufficient]

[Your god has been selected]

[Your system has been granted]

[Ares System is being installed]

[Character Deleted.]I deleted the character I had been raising for over 5 years.To finally defeat the final boss of Demon Fantasy—the one I could never quite beat.For the sake of defeating ‘Baal’.“…I can just start over. I can do it.”And then…[Special reward has been granted!]“What? A mythic-tier trait?”The perfect opportunity had arrived.“This time, for sure!”I’ll raise the strongest mage and take down Baal!At least, that’s what I thought when—[Welcome to Demon Fantasy.]I found myself inside a world teeming with 666 kinds of demons.And I had the ‘special reward’ I just received!“…Fine. Let’s see who wins this.”I was confident.After all, I’ve been a veteran of this game for 10 years.

Florentia was reincarnated as the illegitimate child of the richest family in the empire.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.