MTL - Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner - Chapter 1742 Finale (6)

Valens Kosthal was called a genius. A prodigy. Now he has to prove he remains one, even in another world.Valens is the youngest Life Archmagus the Empire has ever seen. His mastery over Resonance allows him to hear the frequencies of the world and correct them, healing even the deepest wounds. Yet he could do so much more, if only it weren't forbidden—the little he can practice must be done away from prying eyes.So when an ancient ritual promises to reveal the truth behind it all, he leaps at the chance. It leaves him alone in an unfamiliar world, deep in a dungeon crawling with rotten skeletons and towering beasts... and a System. One that grants him the secrets of Warmagic as easily as breathing.And Valens no longer needs to hold back....................Posting Schedule: Every day for the 1st month...................What to expect?- An Archmage Isekai story- Unique magic system - Third person limited POV with MC focus- Large scope, and numbers go brr- No harem .....

In the post-apocalyptic age, men were damned.

The consciousness of a Great Magus suddenly returned to his original body on earth, just before he transmigrated into the magic world.

Nothing has changed, it's still the same earth.

However, when he looked at earth once more as a former great magus, he discovered earth was not as simple as he knew it to be.

Hidden magus, legendary races such as vampires and werewolves, they do exist, ruling the world through the shadows.

Faced with a former great magus, who possessed as many spells as libraries, would the earth that had been ruled by a few people be able to remain calm?

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.