Someday Will I Be The Greatest Alchemist? - Chapter 551: Another Birth

The night is coming, and evil whispers in my ear:

“Give it up, history ends here, your efforts are meaningless… This is destiny.”

Hearing this, the young man drew his sword and stood up, shining brightly on Jiuyou.

“I am the destiny!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Yoshimura, a average guy, no more ordinary than the next guy, worked in a company and lived a simple life surprisingly had an unexpected death and died.Fortunately his last days were spent spreading happiness around him which spotted him a place at a certain higher degree of power which gave him one extraordinary thing.One Wish, Any WorldSo seeing the generous and crazy offer, Yoshimura, like any other chose to be reincarnated to his favorite novel 'The King's Path' and was successfully reincarnated too.Unfortunately not in the right body.“What! I am now in the body of the second villain that would be trampled by my favorite protagonist!”“My Beautiful Fiance, a heroine is preparing to invade my place!”“My Step-mother seized all of my properties!”“My Bodacious Maid looks at me strangely in my sleep!”.........“Just how much am I fucked?”....................Well... at the very least I know what will happen later.And the goddess gave me the best talent.[ You have been gifted 'Eyes of Eternity' ][ Sealed Potential Unlocked : Black Hole ]......Wait a second!......................This is my second book.But think of it as my very first because... I'm not that fluent at English, hehe. So please endure the whatever third-rate world grammar I am going to write.

Roan, ran away 20 years ago from his rural village in the aim of becoming a Great General. However, all he got 20 years later was just a handful of money and the lowly position of squad commander of the First Legion’s.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.