Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger - Chapter 59: EX . Sacrifice

Should an untalented guy like me die?Then I’m going to die.I will die as you so desire.After dying, I will challenge the world again.Until I kill this tr*sh-like world!

“You incompetent god! I should’ve been the Alpha with big di*k, not some pitiful Omega!”—Cherion’s death was… not heroic. Winning the lottery only to die of a heart attack five minutes later was the definition of cosmic irony. But fate wasn’t done laughing at him yet. He woke up inside a tragic omegaverse novel he once read, right in the body of the pitiful omega doomed to be rejected, humiliated, and die alone.Still, he thought, “Fine. I’ll just avoid the main plot.”Except the main plot avoided him.But the script suddenly changed!Instead of being cast aside, Cherion was married off to Zarius, the empire’s greatest war hero… and the man destined to become the villain everyone feared. A cursed Alpha, praised as a savior but fated to die by the Crown Prince’s hand.Married to the future villain? Doomed.Married to a cursed Alpha? Double doomed.No, no doomed at all! He had a plan. A brilliant, flawless, absolutely desperate plan… but still a plan!“I said I’ll help you break your curse. In exchange, you let me go. Do we have a deal or not? Or are you too insecure to trust an Omega?”“Careful, little Omega. That sharp tongue of yours is daring me to test how it tastes.”

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]

I don’t have a hero complex. I don’t intend to remain humble either. All I am is a Fan, of the grandeur that is Sumatra. This world has everything necessary to charm your inner child: Mountains that roll around like worms, seas that curl up like flowers, and majestic beasts that thunder your breath away.I’ve reincarnated many times on Sumatra, to protect it from external invasions while rejoicing its beauty. This time is no different. However, the current enemy is someone who has outscaled the power system.Hence, I will Regress Seven Times in an attempt to defeat the enemy. Why only seven, you ask?Because that’s all this Fan can hope to endure. Regressions come with risks and inclining baggage, after all.