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This book contains scenes of violence and smut. While such chapters include warnings at the beginning, please be mindful of this while reading.

Tags: Overpowered Regressor • Interactive system • Mid-Burn Romance • Weak to Strong • Strong Male and Female Leads • Dual MCs • Harem

Synopsis:
Rune was just an ordinary guy from Earth, until he wasn't.
Reincarnated into Ninth Dawn, a world of swords and magic, his new life immediately became a nightmare. 
The moment he arrived, he was framed for brutal crimes he never committed. The rape and murder of his childhood friend. 
Before he could even understand what was happening, the Seraphic Order of the Black Veil(SBV), a ruthless private defense organization funded by the empire, hunted him down. They tortured him without mercy and executed him like a common criminal.
That should've been the end.
But fate had other plans. Rune woke up again on his first day in Ninth Dawn, given an second chance.
In his second life, with Nexar, the Warlord's System, guiding him, Rune stopped being a victim and  grew stronger, built armies, conquered territories, and earned a title that shook the world: The First Warlord of the Dawn.
But even legends fall. At the peak of his power, Rune was killed by the Demon Lord of the Netherworld.
And then he regressed again. Back to the first day.
Only this time, everything was different.
His system had changed. Nexar was no longer just the Warlord's System, it had transformed into something new, something far more twisted:
Nexar, the Warlord's Carnal System.
With the knowledge of two lifetimes, a burning desire for vengeance, and a dangerous new power at his fingertips, Rune's third life is going to be nothing like the first two.

Objective: Neutralize and capture Merin before she escapes the valley.


Objective: Defeat Tormund to disrupt the enemy's chain of command.


Tormund blurred into view again, loosing an arrow.


Crimson aura flared against the glowing green arrow, sparks scattering in all directions as it slid off Blood Raven's edge.


No time to breathe. The bastard was already gone.


He kept circling me, never standing still, appearing only long enough to fire before vanishing again. 


A green streak marked his trail like a hunting serpent slithering through the air.


"Persistent bastard…" I muttered under my breath.


[Dude, he's gonna dog walk you at this rate.]


"Shut up," I hissed. "He just got some tricks."


Chapter 72 - Fall of the Hawk-eye