After a while of idle chatter, Iris gently sipped from her drink and looked at Orsaga with sincere gratitude.
"You really are my lucky star. Not only did you save me, but ever since meeting you, even this heavy feeling in my body has started to lighten."
Hearing this, Orsaga couldn't help but think of the evil spirit he had casually devoured not long ago. A small smile appeared on his face. It hadn't been very nutritious, but the taste had been surprisingly good—chewy and flavorful.
"Fate, it's all fate. It's fate that brought us together."
In response to this rather whimsical remark, the usually quiet Kayla Treysi covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh.
She thought Orsaga was just trying to amuse the two of them, and never imagined that he actually meant what he said.
Because in truth, he had been feeling a bit peckish at the time, planning to sample some local delicacies.
He hadn't expected a ready-made "delicacy" to drop right into his lap and satisfy his craving.
If that wasn't fate, what was?
Curious, Kayla turned to him and asked, "You're not from this country, are you? I get the feeling your behavior and mannerisms don't quite fit in here."
As a psychology major, Kayla knew very well that a person's behavior and habits were heavily influenced by their country, culture, social status, and education. But Orsaga didn't seem to match the norms of any culture she knew across the Ellmere Republic.
He gave off a unique aura of doing things entirely his own way—as if nothing could affect him.
It made her very curious about his origins.
Iris, sitting beside her, also leaned in slightly, interested in learning more about Orsaga. Just as men liked digging into the background of beautiful women, women too had their own share of curiosity.
Facing their inquisitive gazes, Orsaga nodded, confirming Kayla's suspicion, and replied casually, "You're right, I'm not from around here. My homeland is... quite far. It might sound abstract, but if you tried to get there on foot, you probably wouldn't make it in a lifetime."
He was still himself—the same honest demon who disliked lying.
Kayla nodded with a thoughtful look, half-understanding, before asking again, "I see. So are you here in this remote town for sightseeing?"
"Not quite. I was entrusted with a dying wish—just came to take care of some unfinished business."
Hearing that, the two women's expressions instantly became serious.
"You were dealing with something that important? We didn't delay you, did we?"
Waving a hand, Orsaga chuckled. "Not at all. It's already been taken care of."
"Oh, then... are you planning to return to your homeland? The journey must be long."
"No rush. I came out mainly to have some fun. And now, I've found a very interesting ingredient—tastes great, and it's a renewable resource. So I plan to explore a bit more…"
As he said this, Orsaga's brows suddenly furrowed.
Somewhere far away, he sensed the faint stirrings of his own power!
Just as he tried to lock onto its location, it vanished without a trace.
It left him rather puzzled.
'I shouldn't have any residual power left in this world…'
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While Orsaga was casually chatting with the two beauties—
On the far side of the ocean, in the country of Monteferro—
"AAAHHH!!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out as Silas Gray jolted awake from a nightmare, his eyes flying open in terror.
Cold sweat poured down his body as his muscles spasmed uncontrollably.
A searing, unforgettable pain still lingered deep within him.
It was so intense, it made him wish for death.
"Young Master! Young Master! What happened?!"
The frantic voice of a maid came from outside the room, rushing in after hearing his scream.
Silas gritted his teeth, forcing his voice to stabilize as he responded with his usual calm tone, "Nothing. Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep."
That feeling… like every vein and nerve had been yanked out one by one.
It was as if his entire body had been flayed alive.
He was barely holding on to his sanity.
Only after the maid walked away did he finally whisper, "System! Exchange for an item that can remove this pain—use it immediately!"
[Current system points: 27,456]
[Status: Host is suffering from residual effects of rule-level energy. Initiating item exchange...]
[-11,500 system points consumed. One-time use item 'Blessing of the Morning Star' acquired. Auto-use engaged...]
[Energy residue cleansed. Remaining effects of Morning Star Blessing will automatically heal host's injuries.]
As the excruciating pain finally ebbed away, Silas collapsed back onto his bed, gasping desperately for air.
His heart was a storm of rage and confusion.
Once he caught his breath, he asked: "System, how did I die?"
Yes—he had died.
Silas Gray.
A transmigrator—and one with a system at that.
His starter pack had included a [One-Time Save Point], which automatically restored him to a saved moment upon death.
The system's core function was to reward system points for completing various tasks, which could be exchanged for an endless variety of items—from common food, firearms, and ammunition, to exotic bloodlines, superpowers, and even spaceships.
Thanks to this incredible power—and the ultimate safety net of a second life—Silas had lived a legendary life in this dangerous world. He carved out his own empire of power, beauty, wealth, and strength, rising to the peak of the pyramid. A true winner in life.
Eventually, he even began to think the starter pack's save point was pointless.
Then—he died.
Suddenly. Without warning. No hint. No signs.
He only remembered sitting in his private estate, sipping red wine—
Then a wave of indescribable pain overwhelmed him, tearing his life away in an instant.
The pain etched itself into his soul—so vivid, so real—that it followed him back to the save point.
If he hadn't followed the "always be prepared" philosophy and saved up some system points…
That residual energy would've finished him off again, before he could do anything.
And this time, he would've died like a fool—helpless and pathetic.
The very thought filled him with fear and fury.
"Damn it! What the hell happened?!"
After venting his rage for a while, he got out of bed—familiar, yet somehow alien—and walked over to the window. He stared out at the eternal moon hanging in the sky.
Memories began to resurface.
Or perhaps… premonitions of what was yet to come.
Some were comforting. Others filled him with dread and anger.
"Maybe… this is my chance to fix some regrets."
"Right now, the truly dangerous things are still in their infancy—weak, and not yet widespread. If I act early and choose the right approach, I might be able to wipe them out in advance…"
With those thoughts swirling in his head, his mind gradually cleared, and the fog lifted.
Still, he had no intention of giving up on finding out what had killed him.
Not knowing the cause was like a ticking time bomb. What if it happened again?
This time, there would be no second chance. The [One-Time Save Point] was gone.
Sure, the system did offer another one for sale—but the price?
Silas had taken one look at the number of zeroes and instantly given up.
That kind of point total… you'd probably have to wipe out every "Monster" on the planet just to break even.
With that kind of investment, he might as well exchange for some combat boosts and ascend to godhood on the spot.
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