On a quiet and beautiful night, Ferwel Noxes, the leader of the Noxes organization, received an important report. Count Elvion Ornen (36 years old) had been identified by the Kingdom of Neltan, one of the six great kingdoms of the world—Neltan, Falcon, Malaya, Asburg, Norten, and Casila—as an insider. His capture was only a matter of time.
To prevent any leakage of information regarding the Noxes organization, Ferwel issued an absolute decree—Count Elvion must be killed before he could be captured. The task was assigned to Ryudien Noxes (16 years old).
As soon as Ryudien's name was mentioned, his entire body shivered. The members of Noxes knelt in respect before Ferwel.
"Ryudien, I entrust this mission to you. Do not disappoint me," Ferwel said in a firm voice that left no room for objection.
In this world, every human is born with a single energy type—fire, ice/water, lightning, wind, earth, light, or darkness—which determines their basic element. Some individuals are born with a unique talent, a special skill inherited through lineage, such as Semi Angel, Clone Manifestation, and others. Certain skills allow the user to access additional abilities; for example, Judgement Eyes and Weapon Creation are skills derived from the Semi Angel and Clone Manifestation talents. Ryudien himself possesses inherited skills that make him an extremely dangerous threat.
Under the light of the full moon, Count Elvion, who had just returned from a long business trip, stopped in his tracks. Inside his private office in his mansion, a young man stood waiting for him—Ryudien Noxes.
"What is it, Master Ryudien?" Count Elvion asked, trying to calm himself.
"You failed," Ryudien replied briefly.
Those two words were enough to make Count Elvion tremble.
"Give me a—"
Before he could finish, his head was smashed onto the floor.
His wife's scream pierced the silence of the night, calling the guards who immediately rushed in. Among them appeared a feared figure—the fifth Strongest Warrior, Damnern Solv.
As soon as he arrived, Damnern activated his power.
"Semi Angel!"
A radiant, holy wing blossomed from his back. Semi Angel manifests only one wing when activated.
The guards attacked, but Ryudien conjured several sharp rods using Weapon Creation and flung them at the guards without hesitation. This skill allowed him to create any type of weapon at will, but it only lasts for two hours.
With Judgement Eyes, Damnern immediately realized there was no judgment thread around Ryudien's neck—the body in front of him was only a clone. Ryudien had swapped his body with a clone left in the middle of the city.
Damnern destroyed the clone with a single strike and then soared into the air to search for any suspicious figures from above.
Soon after, Damnern detected a man moving quickly, his body wrapped in cloth. He swooped down, blocking the man's path. Using Judgement Eyes, he saw the judgment thread around his neck.
"You're the one, right?" Damnern said, his eyes cold.
"What do you mean, sir?" Ryudien tried to evade.
"C'mon, trying to dodge again? I can see everything," Damnern replied firmly.
Hearing this, Ryudien attacked without hesitation, flinging his sharp rods, but the attacks were easily caught. He immediately activated Clone Manifestation, creating twenty clones.
Damnern summoned his Judgement Sword.
"Life seems cheap in your eyes, huh?" Damnern asked.
"You wouldn't understand… those who have everything can never understand," Ryudien replied.
Civilians, sensing the impending battle, fled in terror.
Ryudien's first strategy was to escape. Each clone moved in different directions to confuse Damnern. But in an instant, Damnern appeared behind the original body and slashed its head.
Ryudien survived—he had managed to swap bodies with another clone.
"How… how does he know?" he muttered anxiously, feeling his neck.
His strategy shifted to defense. His only thought now was to return safely. In panic, Ryudien attacked alongside his clones, but Damnern swiftly flew through the air and pierced his chest. Ryudien could do nothing; the only thing he managed was to swap bodies with another clone. But every time he swapped, Damnern was always behind him.
"No… no… it can't be…" Ryudien realized about someone the organization had warned him to avoid. "Those eyes and the glowing wing… it must be Damnern Solv… No! I still have a chance… there's so much I still want to do in this world, I can't end here!" Ryudien screamed.
Finally, Ryudien took a final risk—sacrificing a clone to create an opening behind Damnern.
The strategy worked.
As Damnern killed the fake clone, Ryudien appeared from behind, creating a giant scythe using Weapon Creation.
"You're finished!" Ryudien shouted.
But before the scythe could touch him, Damnern's sword had already slashed toward his neck.
"Swap!" Ryudien tried to switch bodies again.
"Huh?"
For a moment, he realized no clones remained.
Everything felt slow. Ryudien could see the attack, but his body could not respond. His head was severed—yet his consciousness remained.
Is this the end?
What is happiness? Why do I exist?
Why am I not like others? I envy those who can live normally. I… I just want…
"Haha, always unlucky… whatever. I don't care anymore."
Tears flowed as he closed his eyes for the last time.
"Now, be happy."
A strange voice whispered.
When Ryudien opened his eyes, he saw a woman holding him—her face soft and beautiful.
"My beautiful little darling, Elyra. Mama's here," the woman said lovingly.
Ryudien cried, not understanding what had happened. After thinking hard, he realized he had been reborn as a baby girl, the daughter of Elina—referred to by the servants as Miss Elina.
He was born on the same day he had died.
With this rebirth, I will plan my revenge.
Wait, Damnern Solv.
That night, around two in the morning, after Elina put Elyra to sleep, Elyra (Ryudien) woke and saw a very familiar face—Damnern Solv, covered in blood, staring at her.
"Huh? How does he know?"
Elyra—who was actually Ryudien—panicked.
From her perspective, a large hand approached her, making her cry even louder without realizing it.
"Alolo… such a spoiled little one, Elyra… don't cry, this is papa," Damnern said gently as he held her.
"Huh?"
End of Chapter 1