Pain!
Huh! Huh! Huh!
Wha…t is thi..s, huh! huh! where am I?
Agony burned as thousends of dark mirror shattered in an instant. The dying warrior Abraham felt that someone had melted the flame of a hot fire into his living skull. Each heartbeat sent burn through his brain and down his veins. The world tilted and spining like curbe of blade in front of him.
Intensive Sound cut deep in his head like someone whispering inside his head. Weight left his limbs. He could hardly breath as he treid to move from his positions.
Abraham tried to move again with all his might but his body not even moving inch from where it is
Is it the afterlife? I can't see a thing, but I could feel a body. Where am I? How all this happen? Is it a last memory? How come I still can ask quiestion to my head? Ugh… I can feel I'm brething hardly… but I'm breathing. Abraham thought of multiple reasons to this unfamiliar situation as he tried to move again.
Aghhhh… A big scream came out from Abraham's mouth as he tried to endure the pain in his head. The scream echoed inside his mind since he was shouting within his own thoughts. He hoarsely tried to move through his agony, and he felt like some invisible shackles or chains were captivating him in this darkness.
Following another scream, the level of pain throbbed like insects crawling out from his skull.
Huh! Is it my sin? Are my sins truly so heavy… so filthy… that I'm being torn apart like this? Is this my punishment—this endless darkness gnawing at my skull?
How… am I gonna end this?
Aghhhh… Another cracking scream tore through his inner mind as he couldn't feel anything. He was caged inside his own head.
Blue flash tore through the darkness, and with a big huff, Abraham's vision came back to life as he hurriedly tried to regain it. The pain in his skull slowly eased as his eerie vision blurred, and he saw the view spinning hazily.
As the earth settled beneath him, he finally could see.
An unfamiliar sight—his arms were smooth and young, as if they were someone else's, yet he could use them. There wasn't a single scar. These were not the hands of a man who had fought countless battles.
This is not my body… What the heck happened? The last thi—Abraham thought blankly, and suddenly, something caught his attention.
A series of memories flashed through his mind, then a drop of tears fell from his right eye, followed by another as he started to cry. He realized he had just died on the battlefield, and the last thing he remembered wasn't someone's happy smile or a memory he could cherish in his heart—it was betrayal that had killed him, by his own family.
Yes, the only people he had ever called family had betrayed him and plotted his death.
Remembering his past, Abraham felt a sudden headache. In shock, he vomited a spat of blood onto the floor.
Regaining his consciousness, he finally realized his surroundings—he had indeed somehow returned to life. With his smooth hand, he touched his face and body in an inspecting way, as if he were trying to measure what had happened to his body through the span of his palm.
I'm not actually dead… even though I was killed by him. I can see it — my hands, my legs, my body… it's all okay. Abraham muttered, then he slapped the side of his head with his open palm twice as he looked at the surroundings he was in.
All he could see was the dim light coming from the window. He was caged inside a cube-shaped room, a closet in the corner, and a mirror standing upright. He was sitting on the wooden bed, a blanket wrapped around his legs.
And the big window stood open, clear enough to see the silver moon, radiating its dim light into this cage.
Waking up from dead, Abraham reluctantly thought, then a fierce pain pierce through his chest as he tried to stood.
He sat down again on the bed, but this time he was forced to seat.
After few moments a blue screen popped up out of nowhere.
[Host stabilizer... Report]
[Reboot action - Exicuting]
He clenched the bed sheets tightly, the memory of betrayal by his companion is now flashing through his memories repetitively.
"The system… is it actually a system? So I really survived. But how…"His thoughts tangled again."But my surroundings are suspicious. This cage looks like someone used to live here… and this body—are my eyes cursed or what?"
A flicker of light caught his vision, drawing his gaze to the mirror standing in the corner. Slowly, he rose from the bed and staggered toward it, each step unsteady. In the dim silvery glow of the moon, he peered at his reflection, heart hammering as he prepared to confront what—or who—he had become.
A young boy possibly in 17-18, pale looking face with black hair with no scar.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
He reeled back a few steps as he saw the young boy's reflection in the mirror. No calculation made sense right now; his head was a storm of furious thoughts and countless false truths he had been holding onto.
"Who the fuck… is this kid!" came out of his mouth in a hoarse voice, echoing through the room.
Even in the dim light, where the only source of illumination was the moon, he could still make out the figure and its crafted, cheeky face. It was a teen boy standing before him—not a dominating warrior.
He scanned the room more carefully and spotted a study desk in the corner. Heart racing, he staggered toward it.
The desk held a series of neatly arranged books. His eyes caught a candle on the side. He grabbed it and frantically searched for a matchbox—but there was none in sight. His gaze darted to the drawer beneath the desk. He yanked it open, sifting past various items, until finally his fingers closed around a matchbox. He struck it and lit the candle, the small flame flickering in the oppressive darkness.
He ran back to the mirror, desperate to see himself—but the reflection was unchanged. The same young boy stared back at him, long black hair falling across his face.
He shook his hands, moved his body, twisted and turned in disbelief, as if testing reality itself. But the mirror remained unforgivingly honest.
Do I survived Mormend stab, did I somehow survive? No dumbo, if I survived somehow doesn't mean my body would be a late thirty years old warrior, not a young imbecile.
So the possibility is my soul has been steal from my original body and put into this dumb young kid abdomen, Abraham thought, a deep frown furrowing his brow. Forgetting, for a moment, the situation he was in, he began to try to comprehend what had brought him here.
Looking all the outside building and place through the window. He's brown eyes shrink like point that scanning the whole outiside world.
Then he get back to the bed and look up and down as if some threat coming from that way — In a moment the blue screen appare again with flash.
[Model check: Monarch]
[Synchronization of Monarch - Reported]
[Monarch - Abraham Benjin]
"Who is benjin, I don't have any last name. My name is Abraham That's it" Abraham mumble looking at the screen.
Wait up—no, no, no…Could it be… this kid's name is Abraham Benjin?Is that a coincidence?Holy—. Waving his hands at him he wondered if he was dreaming or some what illusion.
Then another page appare in his side.
[Accept - Monarch Rank]
Abraham dumbfounded with all this system talk.
In my old life, the screen don't used to talk that much, and what the heck is 'Monarch'. Abraham thought with reluctant face.
He waited for seconds, then cough to make his sound clear.
And he said with a deliberately cold tone,
"I, accept."
Now I get some of part what's happening. I realize it's not someone stole my soul or I just survived Mormend attack, it's simple.
I reancarnited. This word is heavy and so fictional but I heard about it somewhere.
And coincidentally in this world system exist, but I don't know if any other person can wield system or not. But for now I understand it is a big coincidence I survived, Abraham thought bitting his lips as if he is not happy to be alive.
Living is something I never think of. If someone think rationally about consequences or dead in battle, they should sleep tide in there bed instead of conquering empire.
And I believe that with all my heart, but the dead I survived is not something that I just let go.
Do I get back into same world? Abraham considered every angle.
"Hey, system, I know you can't hear me. But could you clarify where actually I'm?" He asked while coughing, his mouth filled with blood.
The damage inside was still the same, but it felt like it was healing—slowly.
Pin drop silent. No response
Indeed, no one give a shit a 37 years old man just got back into a young kid body — no one give a shit.
Just imagine it is something that even magic can't pull off, Abraham sarcastilly thought going towards the door.
"No other choice left. I just have to go the one in this home authority to find out where am I," Abraham mumble.
But the moment he would touch the handle of the door to pull, the blue screen popped up with red screen appearance.
[Return to the past. A world where various possibility to go back in the past world]
Abraham facial expression changed to quickly calm to question mark instant.
"Huh?"
But it sounds like I got back in time somehow. Abraham's corner of mouth curled up into a devilish smile, and he said with a creepy voice, "Cool."
Wait, if I just got back in time, doesn't that sound like a second chance to live your life again? But the second part, where it said various possibilities to go back past world, sounds fishy.
Does that mean I'm in a different world where Mormend, Selina, Heimen—those guys—don't exist? Or is "world" here just a figure of speech?
But what about this body? I don't even know whose body the system put me in. And more importantly… which world is this? Does magic even exist here?If this really is the same world I once knew, then that means I still have a chance.
Yet I can't just act like Emperor Abraham. A child body don't act like emperor, right? He thought, almost whispering in his mind,
All of a sudden abraham cold mischavious expression change to cold but serious as if something serious thought hit his mind.
Wait, wait… what just happened to me?I just survived death. An actual death—the final consequence that's supposed to send you to heaven or hell, at least from a religious point of view. And yet here I am, alive, already thinking about something that might get me killed again.
No. I shouldn't rush. I have to take it slow. Step by step… and I'll make it once again. Siding aside his inner conflict between death and revenge, he stepped forward again—only to be stopped by the system once more.
System popped up again with a blue screen. The timing was fluid — it's felt as if it's answering Abraham thought.
[The timeline shift - Protocol]
[People, enemies and fate changed with a different destiny. The fate had spin centered Monarch, to consume the resurrection of Monarch Abraham Benjin]
Abraham's facial expression shifted vividly and fluidly—the calm Abraham was now consumed by total rage.From just a few words from the system, he understood what was happening. He understand he indeed traped in hell.
He laughed at first like a madman. Then sound of laugh fade away slowly. The joyful laugh lost the rhythm and change it to a devilish anger — his right eyes flickered into cosmic golden sun.
The wooden bed get scratch from the golden raging aura from Abraham .
The moment he regained his senses and realized he truly died… and that he now had a chance to avenge himself… that thought, which always stayed in the corner of his mind, finally burst out.
But now everything feels miserable.He's just in another world.
Then he change the way and step forward toward the wooden bed.
He sit back to bed and stare at the celling where the wall is slightly broken. "The system take it from me, I don't need this resurrection where my revenge not included," Abraham mumble.
Then with a loud rage, so many words came out.
"You—" he spat the word like poison.
"You change the whole world around me? Who asked you to do that? Did I asked you to do that, you system metallic bastard, you piece of blue head!"
Once again, the system popped up, but the appearance was red like the other one.
[Surviving the (???) Shadow Quiest could lead you great reward][Yes/No]
Upon seeing these two screens, Abraham sighed and opened his mouth to select 'No'—but before he could, a life-changing screen appeared in front of him.
[Reward: Chance to return to past life.][Note: Opportunity for revenge may follow completion.]
His mouth wide open, he rubbed his eyes a couple of times, unable to believe what he saw.
"Chance to return to past life…" Abraham said in disbelief.
Then he started to nod like a cute, puffy child, "Yes… yes, yesss."
And after saying yes, the whole cube-shaped room shrunk into dark slumber, and his eyes fell into deep darkness.The dimly glowing room, once enlightened by the silver moon, was now nothing but deep darkness.
Abraham saw himself falling beneath the ocean, plunging into depths where light could not reach.
And then, in the darkness, a faintly familiar screen showed up
[First Shadow Quiest: Chaining the Undying Wolf]