Reborn: Apocalypse Volume 3 (Reborn: Apocalypse, #3)

by L.M. Kerr

He was no genius when it came to management. What he knew best was combat, battle, swordsmanship, and training. He knew how to kill his enemies and develop complex battle plans, to take out anyone that was going against him. But he couldn’t stab starvation to death with a sword. He couldn’t heal the injured with a dagger. He couldn’t solve poverty with his fists.

Miserable guilt at the impact of the choices he made, self-hatred for his own uselessness when it came to saving those he loved, despair and a feeling of intense loss as he felt hope slip away… Micheal’s first life had not been an easy one. By the time death found him, he’d long-since learned that wallowing in his past was pointless. Life was for the living, not the dead.

Micheal simply shrugged. He had just punched a baby after all. He couldn’t really fault them. Even if they knew he had saved their lives by doing that...well, it still looked awful.

In direct combat, he was strong, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

This wasn’t an Artifact that was meant for battle, but instead a tool designed for close-range clandestine assassination, meditation, or interior decoration, depending on what it took in.

Micheal relentlessly threw more vodka at his enemies as if he had been possessed by the spirit of an enraged but upright bartender from another life.

“It’s real.” In this exact moment, all doubt fled from the Nirvana Saint’s heart.