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 stood before the carcasses of the group of Ratipers with regret.


He hadn't brought any player with the Butcher skill from the guild, as he had come here to practice his own skills.


Still, it stung that he was wasting money.


It might not be a large sum, but he cared about every extra coin.


YouhavekilledRatiper!×4You have killed Ratiper! ×4YouhavekilledRatiper!×4


Youhaveleveledup.You have leveled up.Youhaveleveledup.


Forsyx just glanced at his status—he had already hit the level 15 mark.


He cleaned both of his butcher knives and started looking for his next prey.


It wasn't long before he spotted another 2-meter Ratiper on the ground.


It was a really interesting monster, with eight massive legs, each ending in pointed tips.


It looked like someone had stabbed those eight legs into the chunky body of a giant rat.


Chapter 116 - The Ratiper hunting