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Infinite Paths: The Raging Phoenix

He lived a life of mediocrity, plagued by regret. Instead of pursuing his dream of becoming a pro boxer, he listened to others and became a corporate slave. He was wrongly accused when money went missing from the company's account. He lost everything—his job, his friends, and even his family turned their backs on him. Eventually, he became homeless. On the same day, he witnessed a homeless woman being attacked in a dark alley while everyone ignored her shouts for help. Despite his own struggles, he couldn't ignore her plight. He decided to step in to protect her. Still, that only caused his downfall. He was stabbed to death… Still, fate wasn’t done with him, and he had the chance to be reborn in a world of truly Infinite Paths… (The Human Path was unlocked) (You obtained the skill of Language.) His story was a painful reminder of the consequences of settling for an ordinary life and the remorse that comes with it. His death highlighted the harsh reality of how his choices and circumstances led him to this tragic end. It served as a powerful message to him to strive for something greater, to never lose sight of his dreams, and to extend a helping hand to those in need, even in our darkest moments. This time, he will live his life without regrets… Our discord server: https://discord.gg/bd9aDdEeQK

ExSoldierLv99 · Fantasy
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Limitations

Rain stood atop the roof of his grandparent's house, the night enveloping him in its cloak of darkness. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings, and his senses heightened as he kept a vigilant watch over the village. The moon hung high in the sky behind many thick clouds, casting a dim glow upon the landscape below.

He listened intently to the sounds of the night, the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. His gaze darted from one shadow to another, searching for any signs of movement or danger. The air was thick with anticipation, and his heart beat steadily in his chest.

Rain's mind was sharp; he knew that the beasts, though cunning and elusive, would reveal their presence through subtle clues—a rustle in the underbrush, a faint growl carried by the wind. He remained alert, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.