It has been three days since I woke up in this body, burdened with the memories of my past lives.
I don't know what's real or what's illusion anymore, but one thing stands unshaken the God of Sorrow is my enemy. And one day, I will end him.
In these past three days, I've learned quite a bit about this new world. It has only two continents, and the air is thick with an energy called Mana. The continent I'm on is home to seven different races, all unique in their own twisted ways.
And me? I was born to a man they call a legend. Syle Vermillion. A man who single-handedly crushed an entire imperial army of over forty thousand soldiers using only his mastery of elemental manipulation.
Yet, none of that legacy could save me from the judgment of others. They hate my skin, my presence, my very existence.
"Sir, it's time for your bath," a composed voice called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Oh, and yeah I have a personal butler too. Just one of the perks of being born into a great household, I guess.
This world is a strange blend of medieval ideals and scientific marvels. They have flying cars, but not a single skyscraper touches the clouds. Castles and Guilds what a world.
"I'll do just that in a while, Rex," I replied, glancing at the man in the crisp two-piece suit standing near the door. The aura he radiated could only belong to an A-rank at the very least. A silent reminder of the fate I was shackled to.
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[DAILY QUEST]
100 Push Ups100 Pull Ups100 Sit Ups100 Horizontal Slashes100 Vertical Slashes
[REWARD: +1 Stat Each]
[PERSONAL INFORMATION]
Name: Noah VermillionAge: 16Race: Human (Unblessed – ???)Lineage: Son of Syle Vermillion, the Elemental AnnihilatorBody Host: Third Life CycleAffiliation: Vermillion HouseholdEnemy: God of Sorrow
Potential: SS+ (Currently restricted to C+)
[CURRENT STATS]
Strength: 10Agility: 12Endurance: 16Intelligence: 24Mana Control: 20Perception: 19Charisma: 15Luck: 7Willpower: 30
[TRAITS]
Dual Soul (Legendary) → ????Memory of Samsara → Retains fragments of past lives; resists illusions and mental attacksUnblessed → Immune to divine influence, rejected by godsHidden Authority (Locked) → ????
[SKILL HINTS (Locked)]
Swordsmanship – Dual Style → Latent AffinityPrimordial Elemental Bloodline → Dormant Power??? – God Killer Instinct → Dormant
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My traits were badass, no doubt. They were unique, powerful, even terrifying if you read between the lines.
But all their brilliance couldn't erase the dull ache in my chest.
The ache of failing him…The ache of betrayal…The ache of living through too many lives… and losing every single time.
Shaking it off, I threw on my training shirt and stepped out of my room, ignoring Rex's usual routines. I'd take a bath after finishing the quest.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I felt their eyes. Disdainful, pitiful, judging sometimes even pleased.
Some hated me. Others pitied me. Some found joy in my fall.
I didn't stop. I made my way to the Knight Training Ground, a harsh stretch of stone and sand where boys were broken and forged into warriors.
This was the place where I had once fallen. This was also the place where I would rise again.
Some of the knights turned their eyes to me, curious, perhaps amused. How could the son of a legend have only C-rank potential? Their mouths stayed shut, but their eyes screamed every insult they dared not speak.
Disdain.Pity.Pleasure.
I ignored them all.
I started with a run. Needed to warm the body before I broke it. Noah had trained hard; his body was fit, his muscles remembered the grind.
One by one, I finished the tasks push ups, pull ups, sit ups. Sweat soaked my shirt and dripped down my spine. The pain was sharp and unfamiliar.
And then came the slashes.
I gripped the training sword.
Horizontal slash.Vertical slash.Again.And again.Slash.Slash.Slash.
My hands moved, but my mind drifted to the memories I never wanted, yet couldn't forget.
The same body. Lifeless.And this time… he opened his eyes.
Those dead, hollow eyes stared straight into mine.
And then his lips moved, "Are you enjoying your new life, my dear brother?"
I fell.
A scream tore from my throat. Raw. Shaking. I couldn't stop it.
And the tears—they came like a flood.
"Forgive me. Forgive me… Ah, how could I even think he'd let you guys have another chance… It's my fault. It's all my fault. Please forgive me..."
I knelt there on the stone ground, broken and pitiful.
But I didn't care.
Let them see me like this.
Let them whisper.
The only thing that mattered to me now... was him.
The one who had died.
And the one whose eyes now haunted me every time I closed mine.
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From the shadows, a figure watched Noah quietely, unmoving.
Not with curiosity.Not even concern.But with something that was harder to define.
He didn't call him Noah.Instead, he whispered,
"The Unblessed One."
His eyes didn't waver. They followed every movement, every breath, every sign of weakness. There was something in that stare something old, worn, yet unshakably certain.
And then, almost like a vow:
"This time… he won't fail.""This time, I won't let him down."
His hand rested over a scroll sealed in layers of arcane markings the Akashic Records its surface shifting faintly, as if reacting to Noah's presence from afar.
The figure stood there a moment longer… then disappeared, leaving nothing behind.