In this life, the battlefield will be mine to command.

Damian, a Centurion of the Baroque Kingdom’s Punishment Unit.

“Damn it…”

Just once. If I could have just one more chance…

‘I could have truly conquered the battlefield with these men.’

At the age of thirty, he drew his final breath on a nameless battlefield.

But when he opened his eyes, he had returned seventeen years into the past.

And this time, he possessed a perfectly intact Mana Hole, capable of harnessing magic.

‘This time…’

I will rise higher than anyone else.

I won’t be a mere pawn in this era of war.

‘I will be the one to rule it.’

Damian, returned from the brink of death, levels his spear at the world.