Year 2125
A hundred years ago. Humanity was on the verge of extinction after an unprecedented global pandemic that nearly wiped out its population.
A vast rupture occurred between space and time.
Dimensional planes collided against the very foundation of the human realm.
Signalling the very end.
Demonic creatures of every kind were unleashed upon the world of humanity, and their hunger for humanity's flesh knew no bounds.
Thousands were swept clean from the surface of the earth. Days went by and the horrors spread throughout the continent.
Gate breaks were portals to the other realms and dimensions.
Gate breaks occurred constantly, unleashing various demonic creatures into the world of humanity.
And so humanity needed to evolve to survive.
Mana radiation seeped into the very fabric of reality, altering the fundamental building blocks of life and sparking a rapid evolution in the human species.
Awakening special supernatural abilities known as Cards.
These humans gained the title of Players and were obligated to protect the lesser men and women.
To prevent such events in which gate breaks occur. Players were given permits to raid dungeons.
Players were reverent and adorned. Worshipped because of their supernatural abilities.
They became demigods to the ordinary people.
Humanity began to evolve.
Guilds were created, and the federal government slowly began to revolutionise itself.
Revolving their authority around Players.
And in a world where players are worshipped. Only the strongest were adorned as rulers.
But unbeknownst to them.
In this era, in this timeline…..
Humanity has already fallen under the control of Hell.
The very first great cataclysm created the link between the human dimension and Hell itself.
Demons lurk in the shadows of this world, and he's here to get rid of them.
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Eros's POV
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You may be surprised as to how I was able to get my hands on all this information.
I was an archangel designated to observe and watch. My duties as the embodiment of destruction were to record all of existence.
For a universe to be born, a universe must be destroyed.
Life is a result of death.
I observed that, while still sealed, with knowledge of millions of worlds flooding my mind, this world is inclusive.
But the days of my neutrality have come to an end.
After all, I'm a human.
I've lost the entirety of my powers. I cannot deny my mortality anymore.
I'm just your average awakened human.
A player.
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I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. Everything felt foreign but familiar to me.
I have knowledge of everything but haven't experienced it physically.
From the sensation of my body to the unfamiliar sights and sounds around me. I was lying on a hospital bed.
The hospital room was bright and sterile, the beeping of machines and soft whir of is a constant presence.
I was hooked up to a drip, and the slow flow of fluids into my veins became a reassuring sensation.
As I stirred, the Holter monitor on my chest began to beep more rapidly; its rhythmic pulse is a sign that my heart was responding to my awakening.
A reminder that my heart was being monitored.
But who the hell am I?
I've regressed and reincarnated as a human. I don't feel my immortality or my angelic authority any longer.
If I became a human.
Who exactly did I become?
Those were questions I kept pondering over. I sat in confusion, gently biting my nails.
The hospital bed was firm beneath me, the sheets smooth and crisp. I felt a slight discomfort from the IV needle in my arm.
But it was a minor annoyance compared to the relief of receiving treatment. The beeping of the machines grew louder as I became aware of my surroundings.
Just then, the door leading into this hospital room creaked open and a young nurse walked into the room.
I slightly tilted my head and our eyes met.
But what I was met with was far more confusing than I had imagined.
She was completely frozen. Her mouth agape.
The medical chart she brought in fell swiftly from her grip. She staggered back in shock, flustered by the sight of me.
'Am I that ugly?'
I asked myself, my eyebrows furrowed.
But before I could voice out my complaints regarding her reaction. She interrupted me with her screams.
"The Young Master is alive!!!"
She screamed out and she dashed out of the room.
"Huh"
I sat dumbfounded.
"Young Master? What Young Master"
I asked myself.
'What's going on?'
My mind was overflowing with loads of thoughts. It's more like I wasn't meant to be alive.
Their baffled gazes confirmed this fact.
Was this body I awakened in already confirmed dead?
While my mind was in a state of confusion. A shimmering virtual panel spawned right before my eyes.
My eyebrows curled up.
"What's this?"
I asked myself.
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[Notice…..]
[Your reincarnation phase has been marked completely]
[Sorry, there were some delays in finding you the perfect reincarnation phase and that's due to the instability between life and death]
"Instability between life and death?"
I asked.
Ah, how could I have forgotten the most important piece?
In this timeline, thanks to the great cataclysm and the introduction of Hell in this world.
Death and Life have been unstable.
Since Hell is closed up for souls to descend into its domain. The wandering souls awakened as something destructive.
The wandering souls became ghouls.
Evil creatures are born out of the negativity of human emotions. If I'm reincarnated into this human body.
That means this body's original soul has already become a ghoul!
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[You have been reincarnated into a soulless vessel]
[Your existence as the Archangel Eros has been erased]
[You're a mortal. This is a price you'll be paying for regressing and disrupting the flow of time]
[Registering Host's data into the system]
[1%..2%….4%….6%….7%…10%…..15%…..25%….29%….35%....50%…55%….67%…..75%…..88%….94%..95%..96%..98%…..99%….100%]
[Registration complete. Your data has been uploaded into Pandora]
[Would you like to see your updated data?]
[Yes] [No]
Out of curiosity, I clicked the Yes button and the virtual panel expanded in size.
[Unveiling Host's data]
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[Name: Ramsay Bloodrider]
[Title:???]
[Age: 19]
[Trait: Destroyer]
[Affinity:???]
[Card:???]
[Radiation Crystal: 0/100]
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[Physical Stats]
-{Strength: 1exp}
-{Speed: 1exp}
-{Intelligence: 50exp}
-{Vitality: 0exp}
-{Mana Output: 0exp}
How the hell am I this weak?
What exactly has the owner of this body been doing since?
Is he cursed or what?
In this era where strength is all that matters. Why exactly did I reincarnate in such a weak body?
Is this part of my punishment?
While I was being stressed out by everything. The door of the hospital room was broken down with force.
My gaze tilted towards the entrance of the room.
I could see dozens of black suited figures making their way into the hospital room. All clad in sleek jet-black suits.
Their eyes were covered by the sunglasses they had on.
Their gaze stayed stern and emotionless, and a path was created for a single individual.
She walked into the scene clad in a violet gown which flowed around her like a dark, liquid shadow.
Its folds and creases seem to shift and writhe like living things. The fabric appeared to absorb the light around her.
Giving off an otherworldly aura that was both captivating and unsettling.
Her face was hidden behind a veil, a delicate latticework of silver and gold that seemed to dance in the light.
The veil cast her features in shadow, making it impossible to discern her expression or emotions.
Her entirety was overflowing with dark mana.
My gaze darkened.
For some reason, I was flustered by the sight of this woman.
But why?
Was it instinct?
What has this woman done to the owner of this body?
Suddenly my eyes twitched and my head ached. I could feel loads of information flooding deep into my brain.
The memories of my past life.
I remember everything now. I know who this woman is….
She's my mother.
Anna Del Bloodrider and she's the woman who put me in this position.
A witch who wanted to see her son buried six feet in the grave.
And this family. The BloodRider Family.
This is a family of Hell's worshippers.
Vassals of one of the 72thrones of Hell.
And this child will be sacrificed to the Sin of Wrath.