They shattered his life. Now, he’ll break the world.

Ethan had it all, until his best friend and the woman he loved betrayed him, leaving him crippled and forgotten. Three years of suffering later, he clawed his way to one final, desperate act… and the universe answered.  

A hidden quest. A second chance. A return to the moment everything began.  

Now, Ethan is back, on the eve of Ethereal’s launch, the world’s first fully immersive VR game and the battlefield where legends are forged. Last time, he played fair. This time? He’s armed with years of knowledge: every exploit, every secret quest, every broken mechanic that will let him climb straight to the top.  

But when he logs in, something is off. The system forces him into an unwanted class—Druid, the game’s biggest joke. The kind of class people pick as a dare and regret immediately. Yet as Ethan digs deeper, the truth shakes him.  

[Congratulations! You have unlocked the Divine Bloodline: King of Elves!]

Ethan stared at the screen, unblinking.

“…The hell?”

The Druid class was a jack-of-all-trades, master of none—a scattered mess of abilities that mimicked other classes but never truly excelled. Their bear form lacked the raw defense of a proper tank. Their panther form was weaker than a rogue. Their healing fell short of a priest, and their magic couldn’t compare to a mage’s devastating spells. Most players abandoned the class early, realizing they could never compete at the highest level.

And yet, Ethan’s stats are off the charts. His talents are absurd. His potential is beyond anything he’s ever seen. The system has given him something no other Druid ever had—a divine bloodline, legendary abilities, and a growth rate that defies logic. If Druids were meant to be weak, then Ethan was the exception that would rewrite history.

He’s not just here to reclaim his throne.

He’s here to take everything.

Factions will rise. Empires will fall. The strongest will thrive, and the weak will perish.

And the ones who betrayed him?  

They won’t live to do it again.

At that moment, it felt as if the color had been drained from the world itself. Not replaced by golden radiance or divine brilliance, but by gray. Everything around them flattened into something lifeless, like a black-and-white photograph left too long in the sun, barren and stripped of warmth. Even the deafening clashes of battle, sounds that should have shaken the heavens, were severed mid-impact, leaving behind an unnatural stillness that pressed against the chest.


Chapter 893 - Half a Day