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.

Forsyx lay on the black land, covered in sweat from head to toe. Even in such a condition, he had a big, wide smile on his face.


Forsyx looked at his mana and saw it was fully recovered. He stood up without wasting any time and started running forward. At his max speed, he bent his knees and mumbled, "Phantom Creation."


The next moment, two clones appeared beside him, and all of them took a leap forward.


Forsyx mumbled in quick succession, "Phantom Switch, Template Shift."


The next moment, he seamlessly switched places with his clone on the right and then transformed into the Green Goblin. As his body shrunk, so did the focal point of his attack. If in his human form he was aiming for the throat, then in goblin form he was going for the heart.


Without wasting a moment, he pushed his green hand forward, mimicking a knife stab, while both his clones did the same but aimed at the throat.


Chapter 112 - Outside the lab space