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01 January 2025
The day 1,200 random people from earth, every one of them under the age of sixty, were TAKEN!
Not chosen. Not blessed, but taken.
Dragged from their homes, their lives and their families, thrown into that damn school.
A massive prison disguised as an academy, where survival was the only lesson. There, the captives would be forced to descend into the Basements of The Damned.
Each basement was a world of its own with its own ecosystem, its own laws and its own dangers.
There were 100 basements in total, And in every one of them, the same cruel rule applied:
FIND THE KEY OR DIE!
Only by finding the key could you unlock the doors to the next basement.
What lay within the final basement remained a mystery. Some said it was hell itself. others whispered of salvation, But the one promise repeated through blood and legend was this:
REACH THE BOTTOM AND YOU SHALL BE GRANTED ANY TWO WISHES YOU DESIRE.
During my first life, my family and I were teleported during our annual New Year's dinner.
We were like lambs to the slaughter, barely surviving and passing the entrance exam that decided whether you were even qualified to step into the school itself.
The only reason we lived... was because we stuck together- the five of us:
-My father was our tank, his raw power carrying us through impossible battles.
-My mother had sharp senses, her perception was unmatched.
-My younger sister had a surprising amount of mana and a natural affinity for magic.
-My brother stood as our knight, the sword that never faltered.
-And then there was me, the brains of the family, the strategist that mapped out our every move.
Together, we pushed forward. As we descended deeper, we grew even stronger.
One by one, my family obtained legendary items.
My father had claimed the Club of Hercules, an artifact that increased his strength and defence tenfold. It could even shift-forms into gloves, armour or even a coat depending on what he needed in battle.
My mother unearthed the Eyes of Sia in a hidden cave during the entrance exam. With them, she could see through illusions and traps, detect lies and perceive the truth behind anything.
My sister Hanna had discovered and devoured a Dragon Mana Heart, a rare treasure that multiplied her mana reserves and quickened recovery. It made her powerful enough to be feared as the Witch who Ruled Dragons.
And my younger brother Damian... Damian became a legend. He was seen as the direct disciple of Sir Arthur and Achilles themselves, his name echoing across every battlefield. Later, he wielded Obsidian of the Storm, a jagged black blade once carried by a forgotten king, forged by a legendary blacksmith. With it, he summoned lighting that split the skies, some believed he could even rival Zeus.
As for me?
I never obtained a legendary item.
"To be honest, it was quite embarrassing."
Yet even so, I was regarded as one of the greatest strategists in the Basements. People had called me the weakest of my family, but they were wrong. I wasn't weak, I had the talent, the potential, even the affinities for magic that I never fully explored.
If I had trained as relentlessly as my brother, I might have surpassed him.
But I never cared about titles or power. All I wanted was to help and fight alongside my family.
. . .And for that, they betrayed me!
But now-, now I've been given a second chance.
This time, I won't waste it.
This time, the power, the fame, the legendary items.
WILL ALL BE MINE!