Countless thrones floated across an endless sky of radiating divinity.
Some were carved from obsidian and stars. Others burned like suns, pulsating with ancient power, each radiating an aura so overwhelming that mortal minds would collapse under the weight of a mere glance.
The sky was sunless, the ground formless, as if made out of clouds.
And in the center of that sacred realm, beneath all thrones, stood a man.
A mortal human, it seemed, as if he were there to be laughed at.
His presence should have been impossible. Yet not a single god moved to erase him. They only observed—some with faint curiosity, others with amused disdain—ignoring his bloodlust.
To them, a mortal killing a god wasn't a fantasy.
It wasn't even a joke.
It was insultingly impossible.
But this man—this intruder—had not been summoned for his power.
No. He had none worth mentioning.
He was brought here for one reason: his refusal.
To kneel.
To beg.
To break.
Rather, his bloodlust was so overwhelming that it almost seemed solid.
They had never seen a mortal like him. No system power. No divine blessing. Yet he still refused to believe that his fate was but to be laughed at.
They summoned him to laugh.
And then the laughter stopped.
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Gold blood splashed across the false clouds.
A divine figure crumpled, lifeless. The god's corpse hit the ground with a hollow thud—its head separated from the body, split cleanly in two.
The frail body of a supposed god finally looked like how it should have been... lifeless, beheaded, and... frightening.
Kairo stood over the divine, lifeless corpse, sword dripping with liquid divinity.
The sword he held had no name. It wasn't enchanted. It wasn't forged by angels or devils.
It was made by a mortal, for mortals to slay mortals.
And yet it had beheaded a god.
His face showed no emotion. As if it were stone.
Only bloodlust remained. And it was growing.
Some gods laughed again—nervously this time—but still amused at his supposedly foolish bravery. Others sat silent, neither outraged nor afraid. They did not mourn their peer. They didn't care... not truly.
But they were watching more closely now.
Kairo shifted his stance.
Whether he planned to cut down another god or run, no one would ever know.
Because the moment he moved—
The world vanished.
Color. Sound. Touch.
Everything collapsed into darkness.
He didn't fall.
He simply ceased to exist.
Only his consciousness remained, before that too was lost... or maybe he passed out.
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Birds chirping.
Students laughing.
Wind brushing against curtains.
Kairo opened his eyes.
A cracked white ceiling greeted him. The scent of dusty sheets and a clock hanging on the wall seemed familiar.
More familiar than any place he had ever been.
His old dorm room.
His body sat up on instinct.
Then he froze.
He looked down at his hands. Small, lean, and... young.
Too young.
He scrambled out of bed and rushed to the drawer at the corner of the room.
He threw open the drawer beside his bunk, digging through the folded clothes, books, papers—anything that could confirm the date.
A small student ID card slid free.
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[Kairo Feril]
Age: 18
Academy Year: 1
Dorm Block: South Wing 1-C
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He stepped back.
So it was true.
He had… regressed.
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Feril, as he'd once been—slumped to the bed, heart pounding.
It was real. He was back. Twelve years before his wife and daughter were killed. 10 years before His friends died in the cruel game of Gods. Before the gods summoned him like a circus animal to a divine arena.
Back to the beginning, Where all his hell had started.
The dorm where he'd first awakened as an F-ranked Cleaner.
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His fingers trembled.
And then clenched into a fist.
I remember it all.
He could still hear the announcement from that day that felt like his heart was pierced by a dagger:
> "Following failure in Gate #103-Delta, the system has selected 740,000 non-awakened civilians for sacrifice. Names will be announced shortly."
His wife's name came first.
His daughter's came twenty-three seconds later.
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He trained every breath after that for revenge.
He had refused the system. Refused skills, refused stats, refused blessings... not that he received any. He carved his own path with sword and blood. He still remembered those mocking faces as they denied his existence.
Until he reached the God Summit.
And killed one of them with nothing but human resolve.
And now… he was here again.
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Kairo rushed toward the mirror.
What greeted him was a tall, lean young man. His black hair fell gently onto his shoulders, and his bluish-green eyes held a sharp gaze. His features mirrored that same sharpness—yet they were softened, untouched by the blood, rage, and hatred he had carried his entire life.
He didn't smile. There was no time for joy.
This time will be different.
He would awaken soon. In a week, to be precise.
But his tensions were far from over, as he was supposed to awaken as an F-RANK Cleaner, and his wife... future wife... failing to awaken.
He thought,
'First I should go and meet—'
Before he could finish his thought, he heard a sound, and suddenly a system prompt appeared in front of him.
And it wasn't one he was familiar with.
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[VOID SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
Anomaly: Unauthorized Regression Confirmed
Reason: Divine Interference
Initializing Emergency Setup...
You have absorbed a fragment of [Unclear Authority: ???]
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"What... the hell?" Kairo whispered.
The letters flickered, then changed again.
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Welcome, Kairo Feril
You are now marked as a [System DIVINE Entity]
Growth Routes [DISABLED]
Current Class [LOCKED]
Skill Tree [DISABLED]
Beginning Integration...
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Kairo staggered back. The text was gone—but he felt it. In his soul... probably. An ancient power, unlike any system he had ever known.
"This isn't the game system… This isn't the one the others awakened with..." he muttered.
He had killed a god—yes. But now, he was beginning to realize what he had truly taken. Not just divine blood. Not just a moment of vengeance.
A fragment of something forbidden... or maybe more than a fragment.
A power that didn't belong in mortal hands.
He pulled open his system panel, half-expecting it not to work at all. To his surprise, something did appear—but it was warped.
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[CURRENT STATUS]
Name: Kairo Feril
Age: 18
Status: Alive
Race: Human (Corrupted)
Title: UNAVAILABLE
Awakening Class: [CLEANER-DORMANT] [$&#@&#]
Rank: [F-DORMANT] [SSS-DORMANT]
Authority : [DIVINE CHAT ROOM-LOCKED]
[DIVINE TRADE ROOM-LOCKED ]
ABILITIES: [CLEANING-F RANK ]
[VOID WALKER-SSS RANK ]
[TRASH WALKER-SSS RANK ]
[????] LOCKED
[????] LOCKED
[????] LOCKED
[????] LOCKED
System Compatibility: 1.1%
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He had one day before his awakening. That was when the normal system would try to assign him his class—'Cleaner'. A disposable grunt, forced to scrub blood off the battlefield after others reaped the glory.
But if the system was already compromised... would he even awaken like last time?
Would the Void interfere?
He exhaled slowly.
Whatever the answer, he had no intention of waiting passively. This time, he'd prepare before the system moved. No matter how cursed, how twisted, how uncertain this path was—he would carve it again.
With blood if needed.
He opened the drawer again. Beneath the ID card, a small knife lay taped to the underside of the wooden panel. Just as he remembered.
He took it, and tested its weight.
"I won't let my loved ones die," he whispered.