Magic's Return: I Can See The Spirits - Chapter 256 If we are diving into it, might as well start with the deepest sea there is, no?

When the Terminally Ill Noble Allenbert woke up from his fever, he realized that he was the reincarnation of Karzan, the mad dog who roamed the underworld.…But something about this place doesn’t feel right.“Allenbert, nobles need secrets and darkness.”The sinister and chilling schemes of his brother, like a snake, are suffocating him from all sides.“You’ve been causing quite a stir lately.”The powerful and authoritative eyes and ears of the head of the family are hidden everywhere, watching him.“…When will I see Mother?”Meeting his mother, who has secluded herself due to a mental illness, seems impossible.“But it’s okay.”Karzan failed, but Allenbert’s journey is just beginning.“Two lives, two revenges.”There’s no mercy.I’ll pay back with interest, and make sure it’s done properly.

Fate had never been kind to Ji Ning. Wracked by illnesses and infirm his entire life on Earth, Ji Ning knew early on that he would die as a teenager. What he didn’t know was that there really was such a thing as life after death and that the multiverse was a far larger place than he thought.

“Otherworlders… we beg you to save our world from ruin.”

Rey and his classmates get summoned to another world, and they’re given Skills and Classes based on their limited Karma.

Everyone gets multiple Skills and a decent Class in order to survive the new world.

However, Rey decides to invest all his Karma on a single Skill, leaving him with the weakest Class.

Unknown to everyone, though, he has the potential to be the strongest.

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