Novel & Cerita Rebirth Of The Strongest Guild Master

My voice shook as I spoke. "Miss, you were involved in an accident with your older brother five days ago." He answered me calmly. Five days ago. I was involved in an accident with my brother. My brother! Isn't he supposed to be dead? Yeah... He died like two years back before I got married... My voice trailed off in my head. It was a circuit got burnt instantly in my head. I thought I had figured out everything but it was far from what I had figured out. I had been reborn.

There could only be one divine knight on each kingdom of Earthos, Arth thought. "Before I continue, Arth," Lucas turned to him with serious eyes, "I want to formally ask if you have already decided to join our guild, the Forgotten Winter." Arth dropped the fork he was holding. His body flinched as his eyes were forced to open wide. Fo... Forgotten Winter? That’s the… rebel guild! "This is…" Arth slowly gazed at the warriors around him. "So… you're the one who murders nobles and high executives?!"

Felix's strength had grown, and he was not the same as before. Now, he could finally take the plunge. Nonetheless, there was one last thing he needed to do before setting off—master Dragon Rebirth, the technique Gerald had given him. He was unsure what lay beyond the Grandmaster Realm, but he trusted Gerald. Another day passed, and Felix successfully cultivated Dragon Rebirth. As expected, it was the natural successor to Dragon Destroyer—otherwise, it would not have been this easy.

However, tonight the Grand Heir of the Guan Family seemed to have something to say about the Strongest Mafia System. Arsenio let out a long breath, then turned around. Now, his and Bastian's gazes were in a straight line. "It seems like, after I defeated Luke Mallory, the Strongest Mafia System has disappeared." "Disappeared? You mean, Young Master?" "Yes. The Strongest Mafia System has deemed my goal to have been achieved. In other words, the Strongest Mafia System is looking for its new master." All this time, Arsenio kept thinking of ways to formulate words. He still remembered, the explanation that Freya had said in the past. He did not remember everything.

To our surprise, Abraham was on the throne with Mary at his right. “Mr. Smith,” Wilt gasped. “You’re the Guildmaster this whole time.” He shook his head. “I am the newly sworn Guildmaster. Miguel was my predecessor.” “I’m sorry,” our leader apologized. The gang, Zeki, and the Dragonhearts offered condolences to the Smiths and the Mayflower Guild. “Time is of the essence,” Chief Perry said to begin the meeting as he rose on his feet. “Now is the time for immediate action. Now is the time to take back the Sleeping King and to avenge our fallen friends and families.”

They were the three most powerful figures in the ancient epoch battlefield, among them Guild Master Waldo of the Verge Guild, Guild Master Freyman of the Hurricane Guild, and Great Elder Charis of the Epoch Guild. Guild Master Waldo of the Verge Guild was the first to speak up, “Is Guild Master Herman not back yet?” “No, he’s not. Are you saying that I’m not worthy to sit here with you?” Great Elder Charis of the Epoch Guild said coldly.

“Those practices were outlawed after the Dark War.” “Well, they’re back.” The words tasted like ash, but she had to say it. “And their kind keep popping up. It seems someone decided to bring back the old ways,” she continued. Dorian’s face went still. “But why would anyone do this?” “That’s what I’m going to find out.” ,,, The Guild’s Inner Circle reeked of sweaty council bodies, the air stale with anxiety and fear. Seraphine entered to find the leaders of the guild council seated around a large rectangular obsidian table. Vex Marron sat at the head, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. Derrick stood with arms crossed, glaring at Seraphine like she’d kicked his dog.

Rufus said. With a renewed sense of conviction, Jarred held up his goblet once more. “To a victorious reign.” They clicked their goblet and laughed loudly in the room. In return, Rufus raised his own. “To the future of Ridgewood.” His thoughts wandered back to the members of the council. His threats had sunk into them. No one dared to challenge him. With their bond now solidified in ambition and violence they took a deep drink. Jarred felt a sense of certainty blossom in his chest as he put down his empty cup.

A commanding voice shouted, and Ryker was abruptly pushed away from me. I looked up, surprised to see the Gamma who had saved me standing before me. His words from my previous life echoed in my mind: “You’re my mate. I’d always love you.” “Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes soft with concern. I felt tears welling up and looked away, trying to regain my composure. I was confused; how was he my mate, and how come I didn't feel bound back then? Gosh, looking up and closed, he looked so handsome, a part I never noticed.

His lies had gone beyond baseless accusations, as he began inciting his followers to come after me. Nina Miller, the school's notorious troublemaker, was among them. "What's with that high and mighty facade, Madison? Calvin is having a huge party next month to celebrate his coming of age. He's even inviting the whole class over! It's a pity that you won't be able to attend it since you'll probably be slaving away in the kitchen!" I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I recalled the memories from my past life. In that life, my brother, Callum, had made his first public appearance at the banquet, where he had been officially acknowledged as the heir of the Latham family and Prosperous Grou