[Name]: Alex Elliott
[Level]: 2 (99%)
[Strength]: 30
[Agility]: 25
[Willpower]: 43
[Constitution]: 31
[Bloodline Blessing]: Not Awakened
...
Silvermoon City · Old District · Duskshadow Inn, a quiet corner.
Alex shut the floating status panel projected from the light crystal. His eyes were dark and heavy—he had finally confirmed it:
He had been reborn.
In his previous life, he endured ten years of bitter cultivation, eventually advancing to Sky-tier Level 54, becoming a candidate for the Starring Knights' Sacred Guard, with a future full of promise.
But during an expedition into the "Omen Dungeon" beneath the snowy abyss of the northern wastes, he was betrayed. His cousin Manfred drove a cold iron bone-piercing blade straight through his heart from behind.
Alex perished amidst the snow-covered peaks—his body never found.
He could never forget the savage grin on Manfred's face. Every thrust of that blade was a cruel mockery of the trust he once gave.
"Manfred…"
"You had already cast me into the abyss. Why go so far as to sever my final breath?"
The memories surged like an icy tide, and Alex's eyes turned bloodshot, jaw clenched tightly.
He was once an Earthling, who died of cancer—only for his soul to transmigrate into this strange new world.
In this realm, mortals could form pacts with divine powers, awaken their bloodlines, and set foot on the path of Godslaying.
Ranks were absolute; the strong could split mountains and part seas, ascending to the very skies.
And Alex's origin had once been incomparably noble.
He was the eldest grandson of the ancient and prestigious Elliott family of Abyssreach City, a sacred stronghold of the Divine Empire within the Human Federation's territory.
The Elliott family—one of the Three Holy Clans of Bluestar—boasted a legacy stretching over 700 years. They ruled the floating city of Saintflame, and held supreme authority over many noble territories in Abyssreach.
His father, Harley Elliott, was the direct heir of the current patriarch, a bearer of the rare S-rank talent Dragonblood Inferno, feared throughout the regions—a recognized successor to the family throne.
From a young age, Alex had been revered as the "Starborn Heir." He lived in splendor, the center of admiration.
To the clan, he was a Holy Son.
To the world, he was a king in the making.
But fate twisted cruelly the year he turned fifteen…
That day, the Federation's supreme tribunal—the White Tiger Temple—forcefully entered Saintflame City and publicly declared a shocking verdict:
Harley and his wife Jing Tantai had betrayed humanity in the Starsea Warzone and defected to the Dark Ones.
The entire world of Bluestar was shaken to its core.
In this realm, the Dark Ones were a cursed race born of the Void Abyss beyond the stars—devourers of worlds, corrupters of all creation, and the eternal nemesis of mankind.
The Starsea Warzone was the front line of humanity's war against these abyssal horrors.
Harley and Jing Tantai had been the vanguard of that campaign, bearing the honor of their house into battle.
They should have returned victorious—
Yet instead, they were denounced as traitors.
The White Tiger Temple claimed that they had turned on their comrades mid-battle, slaughtered their allies, and vanished into a rift in the Void, their fate unknown.
Because of this, the Federation placed them on the Apocalypse Wanted List, a rank-SSS offense.
Though the judgment didn't completely destroy the Elliott family, Saintflame City was placed under three months of lockdown and investigation.
The clan lived in fear. No one felt safe.
From that moment on, the aging patriarch of the Elliotts retired into seclusion, and the position of clan head was passed to Alex's second uncle.
The balance of power shifted overnight.
Alex saw it clearly:
His father would never betray humanity.
His mother would never fall into darkness.
But he was only fifteen.
Alone. Powerless.
He had no way to overturn the Temple's ruling.
From that day forward, political schemes and treacherous ambitions festered within the Elliott household.
His second uncle's first act as patriarch was to strip Alex of his title as heir to Saintflame.
The new "heir" was none other than his cousin—Manfred.
Manfred, once a meek and obedient shadow who followed Alex like a loyal puppy.
But only in death did Alex realize—it had all been a meticulously crafted lie.
Manfred had always hated him.
He envied Alex's talent, his noble lineage, and the adoration he received from the clan.
And now, with Harley and Jing Tantai branded as traitors, and his own father seated as the new patriarch, the time had finally come.
Manfred shed his mask.
He seized Alex's cultivation resources, claimed his estate, and ultimately expelled him from Saintflame City.
Alone and forsaken, Alex was forced to hide in the slums of the Old District.
But even then, Manfred would not leave him be.
In secret, he buried a Meteorite Demonstone beneath Alex's new home—
A cursed object that sabotaged his awakening ritual, causing him to gain only a D-rank ability: "Law of Redistribution."
A cruel mockery. It severed any hope of becoming a Godslayer.
Had it not been for a chance encounter with several Ancient Relic Keys, Alex would never have broken through even Level 30.
Yet still, Manfred pursued him relentlessly.
And in the end, on that snowy plain in the northern frontier—
He killed him.
But what Manfred could never have known…
Was that deep within Alex's body, hidden since his earliest explorations of the old ruins—
Lay a Legendary Relic:
[The Cry of the Goddess of Time]
Its sole power: Soul Reversal.
At the moment of death, the Goddess's Tear would activate automatically, sending the bearer's soul back to a crucial turning point in their past.
And now—Alex had returned.
He was eighteen again.
Just days away from the Godslayer Awakening Ceremony.