Veyne came from the life of sewer rats.
The world saw him as a failure. He called it belief. Others called it stupidity. Either way, it was the only thing he had left.
Even at rock bottom, Veyne never stopped believing in himself.
Betrayed by his lover and brother, treated as a burden, and forced to slave endlessly in the game to chase his dream—he endured it all.
Though late, his obsession was finally rewarded with an opportunity. But the sewer rat in him was too weak to hold onto it. He had fought the world and lost.
Actions have consequences. And when he failed in the game, those consequences caught up to him, leading to his death.
But the universe wasn’t done with him yet.
Given a second chance, he returned to a time when the game had already been out for two years. This time, he rushed to obtain the Template Wilder class—the very class that led to his downfall.
One of the game’s rarest hidden classes, the Wilder class, allowed him to switch into different forms based on the monster templates he possessed. An overpowered ability—but it came with a fatal catch.
A hidden template forced him into the form of an ancient baby creature, one so cursed that players, monsters, and even NPCs would hunt him down. If he died in that form, his character would be permanently deleted.
In his past life, he underestimated the class’s dangers. And the world tore him apart for it.
This time, it wouldn’t be just hollow belief.
This time, he’s not here to survive—he’s here to dominate.
No emotional ties.
 No second chances.
 The entire game is his enemy, and he will crush anyone who stands in his way.
He failed once. He suffered. He died. He was erased.
Not this time.
This is the beginning of his legend. The era of Veyne Draven.

Veyne nodded to them. "Don't worry, guys. Everything's sorted now."


Markus asked his face full of concern, "By the way, what's your deal with that Roonie guy? Don't you know that guy is a walking disaster?"


Veyne just smiled. "Hey, don't be like that. I just joined his guild, you know."


Even Henry stared at him, wide-eyed. "Dude, you're digging your own grave."


Veyne just smiled at them. "No worries, guys. I understand the danger. It's just some things are necessary in life."


Alex shook his head. "Damn, Veyne, I never thought you would join some other guild. What was even the name of that guild?"


Markus said from the side, "It was just a small guild with Kiyon's name. From what I know, they barely survived on Roonie's support."


Alex tilted his head at Veyne. "Dude, this guild is even worse than yours, Limia guild."


Not caring about their question, Veyne just glanced at the clock.


Chapter 42 - Beyond hatred