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ReWritten: Walking the Path of Yours Truly

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At fifteen, Aarius finds himself trapped in a replica of Hell’s first floor, forced into merciless combat against devils and nightmarish monsters. But by this point in time, he’s already accustomed to this brutal routine—fighting not just to survive, but to grow stronger. For Aarius, battle has become training, and Hell itself has become a place where his abilities can be pushed to their limits. As a Mana Manipulator, he has a natural resonance with mana, allowing him to grow faster in environments saturated with it. What would be a nightmare for most becomes an opportunity for him to sharpen his control and unlock new techniques. Outside of this brutal training ground, life doesn’t slow down. Aarius must still juggle school, expectations, and the growing weight of the powers awakening within him. Strange magical experiments and unanswered questions about the nature of his abilities begin pulling him deeper into mysteries far larger than himself. But through all the daily pains Aarius has to persevere, one person keeps his sanity alive. Though Aarius isn’t exactly from this country, nor this world itself, he meets Kida; A girl he meets in high school through pure coincidence. Life seems more peaceful with her, but before he knows it, Something unexpected happens. Aarius makes a miscalculation, and the Omni-Transport circle he’s been desperate to figure out, activates on him; But it doesn’t work as intended. Kida is caught in the misfire, and they’re bodies both disintegrate, yet soul intact. He suddenly finds himself trapped inside a massive labyrinth with a traumatized girl from the horrors of the place they find themselves in; A place filled with relentless monsters and unforgiving trials; survival demands more than raw power. Together, they must rely on trust, strategy, and the limits of their ingenuity to make it out alive. But the deeper they go, the more this place begins to test not just their strength… but who they truly are.
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