Sorcerer's Handbook - Chapter 602: Rust, Lemon, and Sweet Orange

A one-of-the-kind advanced game? Liberty Online.

Dungeon master class that needed to protect his dungeon core?

No system in place to revive monsters by magic, it's up to him to keep them alive.

Unfortunately, that's not all he has to worry about.

The whole population of immortal players has set their sights on his precious dungeon? And

Woah Dungeon got conquered in the game. Many celebrated, but he cries blood tears for his mistake.

Not able to handle the pressure, he died in remorse for how stupid he was his whole life.

But then something miraculous happens. He got reincarnated back in time - one year after the game’s release!

Armed with knowledge from his previous life, He will use this chance to achieve his every dream.

He strives to reach a height where no one dares to touch or even think about touching him.

This is the story of Roan - a man who will use all his power and strength to become king of Liberty Online!

When I woke up, my father was a nouveau riche whom everyone despised, and I had five great brothers: a black actor in the entertainment industry, a useless lawyer in the field of law, a sickly quack in the medical field, a plagiarizing dog in the design industry, and a school bully.

Argon Raze, the best swordsman of the continent. He was dubbed the Sword Saint due to his unparalleled skills with the sword. He lived a life of endless victories in duels and challenges. However, all that came to an end when he challenged a young mage. He lost his winning streak and his life at the hands of this young mage.Seemingly ready to accept his death, he found himself inside an unknown forest after being swallowed by an immense light. He was still alive, he realized. Although, he also realized he wasn't the same Argon Raze as before.Feel free to support me on Paypal or Patreon with five or more chapters ahead.

He is a firefighter, his face blackened by smoke, coming from the flames, and in one glance, his life was set.The first time he met the young girl, she bent slightly towards him and said, “Sir...”He was amused, thinking she was a little eccentric...She had never seen such a handsome man, tall like a general, and when their eyes met, she was bewildered and forgot she wasn't in the palace...Later, during the school art performance, the young girl sat on stage, dressed in ancient costume, with a veil covering her face, holding a pipa, her eyebrows shy, appearing both delicate and graceful...He raised his alluring eyes, recalling the girl said she knew a little about musical instruments and chess; she was modest.Seeing him in the audience, her heart raced, wanting to perform well but accidentally struck the wrong chord, fortunately unnoticed by him...Later still, the young girl, now grown, suddenly confessed to him, and the usually calm and composed man was caught off guard...It was a love she had hidden deep in her heart for many years, like shards of glass in her palm, both a patient endurance and impulsive agony...The joy of love at first sight, a hidden affection...She would never know that the brother she secretly admired had been waiting for her to grow up...