Reborn as a Noble's Son - Chapter 782 - 738: Successfully Elected_1

The super cowardly me installed Super Coward Mode, and the terrifying extraterrestrials started to look cute.“Eating the flesh of an extraterrestrial deity? You’re not human! Ew!”“Even withstanding mental manipulation? What kind of monster are you!”“Enslaving an extraterrestrial deity? You must be out of your mind.”…And then, the reactions around me became strange.

On his 32nd birthday, Jeff, along with all of his friends, confesses how they are dissatisfied with their lives.If only I didn't suppress my desires.If only I didn't ignore my feelings for her.If only I confess my love to her.If only I had chosen a different path from the start.If only...At the end of his 32nd birthday, the next morning, Jeff wakes up a decade back to the past. And as if all of his friends have trusted all of their regrets to him, Jeff remembers them all.With his regression that gave him a mysterious system known as Returner Fantasy, Jeff will do everything to change the future, not only for himself but for his friends and the ones he loves.[Warning: Contains Mature and Sexual content.]This book will have a lot of mature and sexual content. But those will not be the main focus of story.This book will show characters trying their best to redeem themselves from their failures and regrets.

He was a wealthy and mysterious financial backer who had appeared before her when she needed money the most. After the courtship, she took the money and left.

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.