"Shit! He died again."
A boy threw his sword the moment he landed on the ground. He used his levitating magic to pick up a dead body and carry it in his arms.
"My tan skin is now even darker than yours." he commented as he compared his dark complexion to the pale, lifeless body on his arms. He looked at a corpse as if it was not new for him to see that person lifeless, but it doesn’t mean it’s not painful to see his brother like this.
"It’s not a good time to die, Kuya."
The boy softly talked to the lifeless body as he looked up at the blue sky. His long silver-blond hair swayed with the wind as he flew through the sky, ascending slowly without end.
"The weather is too good for us to die."
It was a bright and sunny morning. White, fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, and so did his mind.
The boy’s purple eyes have turned darker the more he stares at his dead brother’s pink hair, stained with blood. He had been trying to make his brother’s life better in his every regression, but the more he tried, the earlier his brother died.
Originally, his brother died at fifty, but now in his ninetieth try, his brother died too early, at fifteen years old. It made him wonder if his power to return in time would really help his brother to experience a good and peaceful life, which his brother had never experienced. Or if it was just a power to mess everything up and make his brother’s life miserable.
“What did I miss this time? What more should I do?”
The boy grumbled while he gripped tighter on his brother’s body. It’s tiring, especially because he keeps returning back in time nineteen times in less than a century. He fought a lot of higher beings that humans could never surpass, but he somewhat did.
For his brother, he could face dragons, gods, beasts, and any kind of dangerous being. He becomes stronger and greater than any human. But why does he keep failing?
The boy just let out a sigh before he sped up, ascending to the sky, only focusing on his direction toward the sun.
“Let’s die again and try for the twentieth time. I will never give up.”

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The eyes and interest of the higher gods are focused on the fragile-looking child whom the firstborn son of the Marquis wished to divert.

Ernesto Oliva is doing his best to save his friend from the bored and conceited gods that have made their lives very twisted.

He returned back to the past multiple times with one goal: to make his friend's life more fulfilling.

He does, however, end up dealing with a variety of beings, including Deities , Dragons, Demons, Giants, and other mysterious beings

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Cover illustrated by: Aerinmaers
What to see here: Fight against gods and other races
Powers used: Magic, Divine, Aura

Ernesto spun his body to shake off the blue wolf holding his body while whining.


"I'll be alone here for a month? Noooooo!"


"What do you mean alone? You will be in a class!"


They are now outside and are about to separate, but Watson doesn't want to let go of Ernesto, as if he were a kid throwing tantrums.


Ernesto felt like Watson was just messing with him, so he talked to him in his mind.


"Then convince the dryad as soon as possible so I don't have to take the exam later!"


"I don't want to; it's your problem, not mine!"


"The fuck! Then why are you even here?"


"I am only here to point at her! I can't even face the world tree!"


Watson whines loudly, which attracts everyone's attention, including the students. Some thought they were just grade schoolers who were playing around, but some recognized the two heroes and felt offended by how they treated the academy as a playground.


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