Jobless Reincarnation Lord Philip の小説・ストーリー

Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory." Hearing the thing i want her eyes bulged up, she was shocked by my choosen skill. She then said. [Those skill.. It can't be counted as cheat you know?[ I think it depend how we use it. So do you approve it" [Ok then, i approve. Sign up] With a smile i then sign the contract. And then there a light engulfing me. [Contract of Reincarnation. By the name of me, Goddess that govern life and death. I approve thy:

She twisted the blade, the power within it bursting to life, and as she did, she drove the sword deeper into its chest. The creature let out one final, blood-curdling roar before it collapsed to the ground, the life draining from its body. Zoe stood over it, her chest heaving as she watched the last remnants of Philip’s twisted form begin to disintegrate. The dark magic that had bound him crumbled to dust, leaving nothing behind but a faint, eerie glow in the air.

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

Philip’s anger was stoked by this remark. After a while, Philip looked up, and the anger in his eyes faded slightly. “Lord Bizarro, how do I use the pivot to kill those mecha lifeforms?” Lord Bizarro was taken aback and looked at Philip in surprise. He asked, “You want to destroy them?” Philip sneered and said, “Not really. As the son of the Supreme One, I need her subordinates to acknowledge me. I think this is too ironic. “If these people refuse to accept me, I’ll just kill them! I don't need a bunch of disobedient subordinates!”

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

Perhaps it was boredom from being alone for so long, or perhaps it was pity for this little wolfkin, but I eventually nodded. Life passed uneventfully as I took the little wolfkin under my wing to learn medicine and collect herbs. With a bodyguard like that following me around, it seemed that few dared to provoke me. That was until an elderly servant I had not seen in a while suddenly appeared, disrupting my peaceful life once again. "Princess Mirella, Princess Lyra and the king are dead! You must return and help your nation!" The servant's words struck me like a thunderbolt, and I trembled uncontrollably. I asked him repeatedly, but the answers were all the same.

I lunged forward, ready to drive the blade into her and avenge my children. Suddenly, David burst in. A flash of golden-red streaked from him—a tiny phoenix chick, eyes ablaze, sank its talons deep into Alice's neck. In an instant, she collapsed, coughing up blood, dead with her eyes still wide open. The little phoenix fluttered up to my arm and nestled itself there. "Mom," it said, "I avenged you." It was Charles's voice. He had become my child once more. I cupped him gently in my palms and kissed his forehead.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."