Eldoria
In the vast kingdom of Eldoria, the world turned much like any other—sunrise, markets, gossip, taxes, the usual headaches of civilization.
But unlike the world you and I know, Eldoria pulsed with mana.
Ancient forests whispered with the wings of fairies.
Mountains hid sleeping wyverns beneath layers of stone.
Goblins stole crops.
Elves lectured humans about "proper magical etiquette."
And swordsmen boasted they could split boulders in half before breakfast.
Eldoria was a land where swords and sorcery shaped fate…
A world that resembled ours just enough to feel familiar, but diverged wildly the moment magic sparked in the air.
Yet—
In this vibrant, living world…
An anomaly existed.
A single boy whose very existence did not belong to Eldoria.
Appeared like a normal baby born of an A rank swordsman and an S rank mage.
Summoned not by a kingdom…
Not by a hero ritual…
But by the God of Darkness himself.
Reanne Solivar.
He didn't understand why he had been brought here.
He didn't know the god's intentions, nor the price of the summoning.
He didn't know what role he was supposed to play, or what destiny awaited him.
But standing in this new world—alive, breathing, reborn—he knew one thing with absolute clarity:
"If I'm getting a second life… I'm living it my way."
No divine warnings.
No heroic obligations.
No promises.
Just the quiet resolve of a boy who had been reborn in shadows, carrying a power beyond mortal comprehension…
A God-class ability that slept beneath his skin.
Thus began the tale of the world's most dangerous prodigy—
the lazy, cold, manipulative, secretly-kind shadow wielder who intended to live quietly…
…until fate decided otherwise.