Damian, a Centurion of the Punitive Force of the Baroque Kingdom. "Damn it." Just once. If only I were given one more chance- just one more chance... "I could have truly dominated the battlefield alongside these guys." At the age of thirty, he closed his eyes forever on a nameless battlefield. But when he opened them again, he had returned seventeen years into the past. Moreover, he had come back with a perfectly intact mana hole capable of cultivating magic. "This time..." I will rise higher than anyone else. Instead of being tossed about by an age of war- "I will rule it." Damian, having returned to the past, brandishes his spear against the world.
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