Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage - Chapter 1: Prologue

This world is sick; both Immortals and mortals suffer from a stubborn ailment known as Longevity.Under the influence of Immortality, various Cultivation Techniques evolve rapidly in grotesque and inexplicable directions.[Fetal Period: A baby is born with shriveled, powerless limbs.][Childhood: After 20 years, the Internal Organs completely decay.][Weak Crown Period: At 50 years, the flesh dries and withers.][Thirty Years Old Stage: After 100 years, the blood runs dry and gives birth to mutations.]I am an Immortal Seeker, and also one seeking survival.

In this world, human are in peril. 72 Obelisks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infecting the world with Monsters. Amongst this chaos, people look for hope.

A man named Basil Pacifer is the humanity's hope. He is the strongest Mage alive at that point. Sadly, he believes in no man, and he always moves alone.

...

Basil observes the unfolding scene bitterly. He is aware of his impending doom, however he has no grudge. He has lived long enough to achieve things people can only dream about.

Looking back to his past, he realized his life is nothing more than a sad story.

Closing his eyes, he accepted his end — or so he thought.

...

”Look at me! What do you see?“

”Regrets.“

”Don't you want to undo it?“

”Tell me what the offer is.“

Thus, Basil Pacifer returned to the past, being his younger self once again. Of course, he returned back with something.

...

[Ding!]

[Guide to Omniscience is successfully merged with The Chosen One]

[Analyzing The Chosen One's mental capability...]

[Analyzation Complete!]

[Result: The Chosen One is retarded]

[Initiate Brain Configuration!]

No matter how useless the golden finger he received seems, he will reach a higher height than his last life. This time, he will completely erase any regrets he has!

The course of commitments never did run smooth.

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”