Tales of Leo Attiel ~Portrait of the Headless Prince~ - Volume 2, Chapter 1: After the Feast

Chen Che traveled through the strange world of immortality with an overload plug-in.

Every time he enters the overload state, his body will experience some discomfort.

The training speed of the exercises has been improved, and the weak cough.

The speed of boxing comprehension increased, and the arm was red and swollen.

The speed of supernatural power cultivation has increased, and the headache is splitting.

…

Chen Che, who was suffering from an external illness, chose to practice in a low-key manner.

It was not until the first year of Daozong that the new emperor ascended the throne and began to rectify the dynastic order, killing traitors…

Then something unexpected happened!

What?

The father I never met turned out to be a big traitor?

It also affects me to be exterminated by the nine clans?

never mind! Stop pretending!

I see who can kill me!

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In the age of Universal Awakening on the Azure Sphere, a myriad of races and gods coexist.

Devils, dark gods, and monsters descend upon the mortal realm, only to be met by the Awakened.

Howard, during his Awakening Ritual, discovers dual talents— F-rank Mana Recovery, and the supreme talent: Supreme Synthesis.

He keeps a low profile, hiding as a 'common magus.'

Through countless acts of synthesis, he forges supreme artifacts, supreme skills, and supreme classes!

Fireball synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining D-rank skill— Fire Serpent!

Fire Serpent synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining B-rank skill— Fire Python!

Fire Python synthesis... Ding! Synthesis successful, attaining S-rank skill— Dragonfire!

When devils invade and dark gods descend, they are left slack-jawed by the Azure Sphere before them.

“No, this is a trap... a trap disguised as a mere cupcake!”

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.