Synopsis
Damian. A Centurion in the Baroque Kingdom's Punishment Unit. "God damn it." Just once. If I could have had one more chance… 'I would have taken on the whole battlefield side by side with those men.' He shut his eyes at 30, dying on some forgotten battlefield with no name worth remembering. When he opened them again, he was 17 years back. And this time, his mana core worked. He could actually use magic. 'This time.' He would climb higher than anyone who came before him. No more getting swallowed up by the chaos of the times. 'He would conquer…
