Rise of the Eromancer - Chapter 326 - : Rhys’s Labor

She was the godly thief of the 24th century, yet she was reincarnated as a good-for-nothing idiot with no parents. Not only that, she had to bend her will according to her relatives’ mood. Idiot? Trash? Very well, sooner or later, she will show these group of silly earthlings what it means to be too late for regrets!

Veyne came from the life of sewer rats.The world saw him as a failure. He called it belief. Others called it stupidity. Either way, it was the only thing he had left.Even at rock bottom, Veyne never stopped believing in himself.Betrayed by his lover and brother, treated as a burden, and forced to slave endlessly in the game to chase his dream—he endured it all.Though late, his obsession was finally rewarded with an opportunity. But the sewer rat in him was too weak to hold onto it. He had fought the world and lost.Actions have consequences. And when he failed in the game, those consequences caught up to him, leading to his death.But the universe wasn’t done with him yet.Given a second chance, he returned to a time when the game had already been out for two years. This time, he rushed to obtain the Template Wilder class—the very class that led to his downfall.One of the game’s rarest hidden classes, the Wilder class, allowed him to switch into different forms based on the monster templates he possessed. An overpowered ability—but it came with a fatal catch.A hidden template forced him into the form of an ancient baby creature, one so cursed that players, monsters, and even NPCs would hunt him down. If he died in that form, his character would be permanently deleted.In his past life, he underestimated the class’s dangers. And the world tore him apart for it.This time, it wouldn’t be just hollow belief.This time, he’s not here to survive—he’s here to dominate.No emotional ties.No second chances.The entire game is his enemy, and he will crush anyone who stands in his way.He failed once. He suffered. He died. He was erased.Not this time.This is the beginning of his legend. The era of Veyne Draven.

Tens of thousands of races invaded, [God’s Domain] online game came to reality, and the world became digitized.

Everyone can awaken their talents in [Divine Domain], improve their level and strength, and resist alien races!

In the divine battle against the invasion of thousands of races, after encountering the backstab of Qianye Yuan, the patron saint of the island nation, Lin Feng, the God of War of the Dragon Kingdom, discovered that he was actually reborn back to the moment before he entered the university and participated in the [God’s Domain] talent test.

Unprecedented sss-level talent before awakening at the beginning of the game [all skills]!

You can learn any skills of any profession, and use experience points to upgrade skills, and skills are not limited by the level cap!

[Qingdi Longevity Physique: For each level up, the host’s current basic attributes will increase by 100%! 】

[Space Shuttle: Instant shuttle (500+50% magic power) * skill level/meter range! 】

[Ice Shards: Throw an ice spear, the ice spear will shatter after hitting an enemy, and deal 200% magic damage of the spell attack to that enemy. The shattered ice spear fragments will pass through the target, splashing the surrounding enemies within 30 meters, causing 80% damage of magic attack to the splashed enemies. Damaged targets are slowed by 50% for one minute. 】

【Flame Storm】

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- Description from novelbuddy

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.