The normalcy of the world was a poison. Every cheerful face, every mundane conversation, every peaceful skyline was a reminder of the life he had lost twice—once to the tower, and now to a past he could no longer truly belong to. Kairo walked away from the park, his movements stiff and deliberate, a ghost clad in borrowed time. The clothes he wore—simple jeans and a t-shirt he didn't recognize—felt foreign against his skin, a stark contrast to the familiar, comforting weight of his shattered armor.
His first priority was information. The world felt real, but he needed proof. He needed a date. Spotting a small café, he pushed through the door, the chime of the bell above sounding unnervingly loud in the quiet of his mind. A newsstand near the entrance held the answer. He snatched a paper, his eyes scanning the masthead, his heart pounding a slow, heavy rhythm against his ribs. The date read: April 12, 2024.
One year. He had been sent back exactly one year before the "Great Awakening"—the day the sky cracked open and Earth became the first floor. A bitter smile touched his lips. The cosmic entity or cruel twist of fate that had sent him back had been generous. A year was more than enough time. Last time, humanity had been caught unprepared, thrown into a chaotic fight for survival. This time, Kairo would be waiting.
He found a secluded table in the corner, the scent of coffee and pastries doing nothing to stir his long-dormant appetite. He could only think of the rations they ate in dungeons, the metallic taste of blood, and the ashes that had coated his tongue on that final battlefield. He closed his eyes, replaying the betrayal. Rei's sorrowful determination, Darius's silent condemnation, Mira's trembling hands, and Lena… Lena's tears that had felt like acid on his soul. He had loved her. In the brutal world of the tower, she had been his sliver of light, his reason to fight for a future. Now, the memory of her was just another scar, deeper and more painful than any physical wound.
"We can't let you destroy yourself over this obsession," she had said.
Obsession? Or was it ambition they couldn't match? He now saw the truth with chilling clarity. They hadn't feared his destruction; they had feared his ascension. While they were content to be kings of the first few floors, he had sought the pinnacle, the final truth. His very existence had been a testament to their own limitations, and their envy had festered until it became a blade in his back.
His thoughts were interrupted as a news report flickered to life on a television mounted on the wall. A business segment. And then he saw a face that made the air freeze in his lungs. A younger, more arrogant version of Darius's father, CEO of a major tech corporation. Kairo remembered this. In six months, the company would collapse due to an internal scandal, a footnote in history that was quickly forgotten when the gates appeared. But Kairo knew its true value. He knew about the hidden research in dimensional energy the company was secretly funding—research that became the foundation for mana-infused technology after the Awakening.
A plan began to form, cold and precise, in the depths of his mind. His previous life had been a straightforward climb, powered by the System and his own innate talent for combat. He had relied on strength and trust. This life would be built on a foundation of knowledge, manipulation, and absolute self-reliance. He would not just be the strongest Player; he would be the most prepared. He knew which dungeons would appear and where. He knew of the hidden quests with unique rewards, the powerful artifacts mistaken for junk, the future titans of industry who were currently nothing more than struggling entrepreneurs.
He left the café, a newfound purpose settling over him like a shroud. He walked through the bustling city, a predator blending in with the sheep. He subconsciously found himself navigating toward a university campus, the architecture achingly familiar. And then he saw her.
Lena.
She was walking out of a lecture hall, laughing with a group of friends, her face bright and unburdened. She was beautiful, radiating a light he had once believed was his to protect. For a fleeting moment, his heart clenched with a phantom pain, a memory of a shared smile, a whispered promise in the dead of night. He saw the woman he had loved, not the one who had stood by and watched him die. The two existed in his mind simultaneously, a paradox that threatened to tear him apart. But he crushed the feeling, grinding it down with the cold, hard reality of his betrayal. That girl, the one laughing in the sun, was a ghost. The real Lena, for him, was the one whose face was streaked with tears as Rei's blade found its mark.
He turned away before she could see him, the brief flicker of warmth extinguished and replaced by icy resolve. Love had made him weak. Trust had made him a fool. He would not make the same mistake again.
As dusk settled over the city, Kairo found a small, rundown apartment for rent, paying for the first month in cash. He didn't need comfort, only a base of operations. He stood in the center of the empty room, the fading light of the city casting long shadows on the walls. He closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he could almost see it—the familiar blue glow of a System window. It was not there yet, but it would be.
One year. Twelve months to prepare for the end of the world and the beginning of his true ascent. He would gather resources, wealth, and intel. He would train his body to its absolute peak before the System even came online. When the gates opened, he would not be a surprised victim granted power. He would be a veteran of a war that hadn't happened yet, ready to claim what was rightfully his.
"You were afraid of what I would become," he whispered into the silent room, his voice a low growl. "You were right to be."
This time, there would be no allies. No friends. Only pawns and obstacles on his path to the tenth floor. And when he finally reached the top, he would have the answer to the one question that still burned within him: what truth was so terrifying that they would sacrifice him to protect it? Whatever it was, he would drag it into the light.