Veyne came from the life of sewer rats.
The world saw him as a failure. He called it belief. Others called it stupidity. Either way, it was the only thing he had left.
Even at rock bottom, Veyne never stopped believing in himself.
Betrayed by his lover and brother, treated as a burden, and forced to slave endlessly in the game to chase his dream—he endured it all.
Though late, his obsession was finally rewarded with an opportunity. But the sewer rat in him was too weak to hold onto it. He had fought the world and lost.
Actions have consequences. And when he failed in the game, those consequences caught up to him, leading to his death.
But the universe wasn’t done with him yet.
Given a second chance, he returned to a time when the game had already been out for two years. This time, he rushed to obtain the Template Wilder class—the very class that led to his downfall.
One of the game’s rarest hidden classes, the Wilder class, allowed him to switch into different forms based on the monster templates he possessed. An overpowered ability—but it came with a fatal catch.
A hidden template forced him into the form of an ancient baby creature, one so cursed that players, monsters, and even NPCs would hunt him down. If he died in that form, his character would be permanently deleted.
In his past life, he underestimated the class’s dangers. And the world tore him apart for it.
This time, it wouldn’t be just hollow belief.
This time, he’s not here to survive—he’s here to dominate.
No emotional ties.
 No second chances.
 The entire game is his enemy, and he will crush anyone who stands in his way.
He failed once. He suffered. He died. He was erased.
Not this time.
This is the beginning of his legend. The era of Veyne Draven.

This was a guild under one of the Cobra family's mafia heirs, after all.


Forsyx waved his hand. "Doesn't matter, just helped Porkis call 24 players here."


The guy looked confused when his partner pulled him aside and said to Forsyx, "Don't worry, sir. We'll call the player in a moment."


Forsyx turned to Lorim. "Now you tell me, was the Spink alone responsible for the monster wave?"


She stood straight and shook her head. "We're not sure about others, but we are sure about Spink's involvement."


Forsyx asked, "You got the key to the guild vault, right?"


Lorim just shook her head. "I can't give you the key to the vault. It's a special order from the guild leader."


Forsyx stared at her, unimpressed. She was just acting tough in front of others.


Not bothering to entertain her, he said in a deep tone, "Go to the guild vault and pull out 75 mid-mana grenades and the lowest-grade paralysis poison."


Chapter 58 - Taking the command