Someday Will I Be The Greatest Alchemist? - Chapter 522: Takumi, Laeva, and the Struggle

Ezekiel died on Earth only to be resurrected in the body of a Lich

Well, now he’d done it. He was only playing the villain to blow off steam, now he was stuck in the body of one.

Trapped in a hostile world, Zeke must flee his former guild. The problem is, he can only flee into a holy kingdom ruled by the Church of Olattee. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Only his power is gone, and he must start over.

Well…. Mostly anyway, he is still a lich after all and he still has his weapon, Mercy, which is more powerful than even he knows.

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In the past life, he was an aerodynamic engineer of a well-known company, and in this life, he is a college student of a famous school.

When the two identities are perfectly integrated, what sparks will appear.

His life experience is also slowly uncovering the mystery, whether he can beat the tycoons of this era, and whether he can stand at the peak of world business.

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