Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus - Chapter 143: Mysterious God of war strategy Pallas!

Previously one of the ten greatest Martial Emperor, Gu Feiyang somehow died near the mountains of Heaven Wave.

Fifteen years later, Gu Feiyang crossed through the cycle of rebirth. He was back! But this time, he was in the body of Li Yunxiao. Since then, Li Yunxiao started a treacherous journey. The world is in turmoil once more!

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Discovering that his wife was cheating on him with his superior, Jonathan Hayes was put on the combat list by his superior, a list that had already been concluded weeks ago.Wanting to survive from the war and come back to get his revenge on his wife and his superior, Jonathan was killed in the battlefield.Instead of going to heaven like every good man should, Jonathan woke up five years back in time, before his country was captured by the enemy, due to the help of his country's corrupt leaders. Jonathan knew his job immediately he realized what had happened to him. To liberate his country from getting captured again, and to get his revenge on his cheating wife and his superior.He had guessed correctly, but there was more to it. He not only went back in time, he woke up in a parallel world where magic was present. His job was not only to rescue his country from getting captured again, his job was to become the first warlord of the world. The first king of the whole world.[Congratulations, you have been rewarded with two unique skills from God]

I don’t want to die. I want to be free. To that end, I shall….reconcile myself to the fate of becoming a “monster”.

A strange disease that racks one’s entire body with intense never-ending pain, until the person slowly withers away and eventually dies. After a few years of braving through the pain, the boy is in no luxury to even feel despair. With nary a soul to tend to him, he breathes his last.

The next time he opened his eyes, the boy had become an “Undead” of the lowest rank through the power of an evil Necromancer.

The boy rejoices at having his earnest desire fulfilled, which is a body that will never feel pain. However, he realizes that he is still under someone’s control and how it was no different from when he was cooped up in the hospital ward.

But the world would not leave alone the boy who only wished for peace.

The Necromancer who revives the boy from the dead, names him “End” and attempts to gain control over him.

The Undead Knights, lay their lives on the line to persistently chase after and annihilate the beings of the darkness.

With countless monsters under their command, the Demon Lords rule over their own lands while they all contend for ultimate supremacy.

The motivation being survival and freedom. The requirements being caution and power.

This is the tale of the cowardly King of the Undead. In his pursuit for freedom, he heads into battle and turns tail at times. He knows when to fear his opponents and when to waver in his decisions.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.