Nine Realms Sword Emperor - Chapter 173 - 174: Death of the Flood Dragon (1st Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

What if life could be repeated?

But he became the clan uncle who was once called a lunatic?

Alas, wearing open-crotch pants in front of me, crawling on the ground, is it my two-year-old self?

I originally wanted to give my former self more New Year’s money, but I never thought that I would go from a braised pork stall to a food giant, from a small factory to an industrial empire.

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I got the weakest skill Tamer from God. Because my life is in danger, I decided to leave the village and go on a journey! While on a journey I discover a monster that can be tamed! It’s just a weak slime, that can die with only a poke. Various things are scattered on the ground along the way. When I picked it up, it became something amazing. I’ll turn my life around and find a place to live peacefully!

Betrayed and left for dead, a soldier awakens in a world of knights and magic—but only one path is open to him.Hayden was once an elite soldier whose abilities were enhanced by the Ocularis Lens, a highly advanced mechanical eye technology.In this world that was filled with danger, Aura—a sacred energy that enhances the body and infuses weapons—is the mark of a true Knight, while magic is wielded by those born with the gift of sensing Mana.Hayden, however, is no mage. He doesn't have the ability to sense Mana, leaving him with only one option in order to survive: to become a Knight starting from a Knight's Academy!

A new work from the author of 'My Senior Brother is Too Steady', welcome to enjoy it!-------[Science Fiction Apocalypse Setting + Alone Cultivation Protagonist, Not a Mindless Feel-Good Story]This is a shattered world where human civilization barely gasps for air on a planet ravaged by the Blade Beast catastrophe, the flame of civilization in underground fortresses flickers intermittently, and human elites in space are brewing a final plan to strike back at the Blade Beasts, but the future of humanity is dimly lit by fading stars…“So,”a Mahayana Realm expert, who after cultivating alone for one hundred and twenty-five years failed his tribulation and became a Residual Soul in this 'peculiar' world, sighed deeply as he looked up to the sky:“What the hell does this have to do with me?!”