-1
[Skill failed]
-fail ?
-2
[Skill failed]
-hi?
-200
[Skill failed]
-again ?
-22000 kills...
[Skill failed]
-Not enough ?
-4000000
[Skill failed]
-...
-18000000
[Skill failed]
-...
-80000000
[Skill failed]
-...
-100000000
-I tired..
[Skill activated.]
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[Returner (eternal)] has been used.
-hahahahaha Finally !!!
A mad laugh sounded from
-I activate my skill.. After 18 year.. hahahaha....
[You are returning to time when you have enough time.]
-haha..
A gun sounded like nothing but with a strong echo from landscape. A strong yet sorrowed.
-You de...
Sound faded everything returned to basic..
Looking around river of time like freeze at this moment slowly flowing time has suspended by his skill.. space ? no there's nothing.. a complete stillness and a complete chaos, that even that being might not seen.
[Returner(Undetected): A active skill, after killing a human you have %0.000001 chance to return before game start(3 Day before game limited start). You can't bring anything with you , including skills, equipment, bloodline , soul heritage and talents. A early access game helmed will be given to you after returning. This skill can't traced by any mean, including time river, cause effect and karma. After use this skill will be deleted from all universe's and time lines.]
Space slowly become more solid, Time start to act like flowing back...
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing dorm he let out a wild lough like a madman who successfully created something that can destroy entire world.
His eyes slowly revealed madness but no one was there, this was the day he slandered by that dawn woman.
His eyes slowly changed and madness slowly become sharpness and slowly disappear, maybe erased maybe some thoughts come forward before madness but he slowly look towards door, and checked time 12.00 after 3 day closed beta of
Looking at his hands he feel like that changed, rough and powerful hand changed into a boy's who doesn't work and live in a era of peace, thoughts shift quickly and he plan to train Himself but 3 day is not enough for stats so he didn't even bother.
at 3.21 door slowly opened, a woman slowly entered dorm.
-Ashra.
A terrifying killing intent has appeared in his eyes, a chill run thought room in invisible state at this point he slowly recall everything.
After his older sister graduate from university she go to A city and try to find job for support his study, after a time she completely disappeared from world like erased, he didn't understand it at time but now... after 18 year of apocalypse ? yeah he know this was a gang work, after 4. year of game invade he probed other party by a skill and killed him and all the gang, this bring huge notoriety but this make him more and more crazy with actions, after a time he even forget...
he looked at ashra with complex eyes, he want to kill her directly because this woman slander him to much after 2 year of being his girlfriend she found a young master and become his toy, but after some thought he directly walked towards door.
-hexa what are you doin.?
before she finish she felt her wrist has been grabbed, and pulled.
-nothing just go your own way.
this was last advise and at the same time threat he give her in this and past life, he leave dorm, slowly walked towards a narrow street and changed his clothes.
he buy two set of clothes. In his memory in closed beta there was a chance to change gender while this will change talent, not everyone selected this because game has a charm value and a little more realistic some novel readers even start to seriously play for fear of invade, some make top some make %1 but that was enough to show how much this game give in closed beta, 1000 player at 1 June, 1,000,000 player at 1 July and, No and this was last month before game invade he come at 29 may so there total 3 day.. He need to find a good building for live...
he slowly walked while walking he thought game more, first beta was in mobile and second beta been in a helmet which will been in shelfs in all countries which somewhat magical and some countries try to recruit and try some things about game, first game full of bugs and he thought a lot of bugs he knew but just though he need to test it first before activate..
He slowly found a village near city and settled in for next 3 day he just need to wait and get more foundation from banks and those who talked him like friends...
ding... ding... ding:...
-ah...
He looked at screen with a great interest if he didn't call he didn't even remember his father, who sold his own daughter. after all in past life he killed him and completely destroyed his soul, erased all the traces of him even used memory seal for himself for his sister...
This for himself this was one of the psychology trauma on him...He didn't like saintly persons so he killed who can killed and even be enemy of all Blue Star and Lua a wanted murder who killed 100000 or more person for himself.
he looked at screen, slowly start to calm down, taking breaths...
Seeing himself calm down slowly said;
-hello.
His tone was flat and emotionless, he didn't want his father to find out for now.. he kill him in next two days before beta and all the things will be done.. at least this was what i thought....
-hello hexa what are you doing ? you need money ?
seeing his father like this he felt disgusting but try to conceal it in his tone, this money was coming from..
-Yeah father how much you can lend me ? i need urgent money i can give back after 3 month..
seeing his son like this and didn't take money but wanna lend he thought a little and said with a natural tone.
-i can give some, where are you ? you want me to transfer it to bank ?
-transfer...[********************777]
_No need no need not now i can't use time to kill him this is a little difficult...
-Okey.
[Ding. 500000 has been transferred to your account.]
-Don't forget to give it back in 3 month with interest.
_Same as ever a dad ? hahaha...
hmm where could be good for closed beta ? and there is even a beta to play.. but beta isn't rewarding as closed beta...
-Hello, rent is 5000 per night, with breakfast, launch and dinner in it.
-3 month please.
-Thanks.
Looking at empty room the first thing hexa do search for hidden camera's and other hidden things, after half hour of search and finding nothing hexa let out a cold lough and relaxed slowly.
-There's somebody who want to kill me ? No ! so why i am so much tense ?.. i don't kn..
-Sign..
Looking body that tense more than 6 hour and start to breaking he again felt like he need train but after game descended the body will datelined so there's no need for it..
maybe he himself doesn't know where he felt this relax after game invade, maybe never because of his first actions government give a bounty shortly after a clan try to kill his half hp boss in wild and.. Kill... Kill.. Kill.
This for himself ? maybe maybe for skill ? That skill was good ? yeah a skill that even delete time river or cause effect who can resist temptation of this skill ? maybe a little madness ? maybe all of them mixed with himself in a form of soul and hunted by himself ? who know...
Maybe even this was a illusion of him cast upon himself for create a more rational clone ?
-who cares.. i am i am.
thinking about this he directly go to a table in the hotel room and start to write down his experience in game for over 18 year and many of opportunities those can't escape and needed to taken, for those who opportunities robbed ?
-i will kill them for gifting me opportunities.
looking list he slowly look to clock and see himself didn't sleep for 2 days after coming back.
slowly walked towards bed and closed his eye.
after a long sleep he look to clock and see time has slowly come.
[31 may] [11.25]
Seeing time he chose to wait early because of 1000 slot is to low and he might let go because of son of heavens or daughters.. thinking about this he felt like having a headache in previous life he kill to much lucky guy but those who lucky enough to play first closed beta always have to many resurrect items and he even felt tired about it itself...
Slowly looking at screen with deep thought he finally saw page opened with large lore of game or real story _?
[Their origin was a cosmic anomaly a flaw in the fabric of reality. In the second epoch, two girls simply manifested, not born, come into being in a dying dimension. with an instinctual understanding of the multiverse's architecture and a bond that felt older than time itself, they recognized their world as cattle, farmed for its essence by distant, callous gods. Refusing to be livestock, they turned their anomaly into a weapon. They didn't climb the dimensional hierarchy; they hijacked it. In a blinding, brutal campaign that defied all cosmic law, they tunneled upwards, tearing through the celestial strata until they stood before the gilded throne of the Divine Emperor. Their duel for the Keystone was not against each other, but a perfectly synchronized assassination of the ruler of all creation. They struck as one, toppled the tyrant, and in that vacuum of power, both ascended to sit upon the shared, vacant throne.]
[to rule as twin goddesses was their victory. To maintain that rule for a thousand years was their curse. with no higher throne to conquer and no external threat to unite against, the absolute power they wielded became a mirror reflecting their own growing emptiness back at each other. The machinery of creation, inherited from the emperor, ran with sterile perfection. Boredom, a toxin more corrosive than any rebellion, set in. first, it was games of cosmic scale-moving galaxies like pieces on a board. Then, wars engineered between lower dimensions for their amusement But even the most spectacular supernovas grew repetitive. In a pact born of sheer, desperate ennui, they broke the very machinery they were meant to steward. They began the grand, destructive game: not just managing universes, but unmaking and remaking them on a whim, seeking any sensation strong enough to pierce the numb shell of their omnipotence. The architects had become arsonists, burning down realities just to feel the warmth of the flame.]
[ By the 798th epoch, even destruction had become routine. To feel the thrill of uncertainty again, they created perfect clones of themselves-echoes with all their power but none of their history. The first clashes were exhilarating, a twisted narcissism where victory felt like self-conquest and defeat sparked a flicker of long-forgotten fear. But they were playing against mirrors; every strategy, every move was pre-empted by their own boundless knowledge. The clone wars descended into a sterile, predictable dance. Desperate for true chaos, for an element they could not control, they engineered the Game System. It was a perverse inversion of their own ascent- a sprawling, automated arena for the lower dimensions and universes, where even the most insignificant beings could be granted "levels," "skills," and the illusion of agency. They poured stolen faith and will into it as fuel, not to farm resources, but to cultivate something rare: unpredictable conflict. They became spectators to a billion proxy wars, betting on champions and civilizations, hoping to be surprised by an outcome.]
[After two hundred cycles of the game, even its chaotic narratives grew predictable. The final spark of interest died. In a last, dismal attempt to feel something, they initiated the Grand Harvest. The Grand Harvest was the ultimate gamble. They consumed the distilled essence of countless realities-faith, will, hope, blood-in a cataclysmic ritual meant to forge them into something beyond the Divine Throne itself. For a moment, it seemed to work. The fabric of all existence strained, and a crack into the sublime unknown appeared. In that critical instant, their natures, forged over eons, diverged fatally. One, perhaps the more ruthless or conceptually pure, successfully channeled the apocalyptic energy and ascended, her form dissolving into a new, terrifying paradigm beyond godhood. The other faltered. A flaw in her essence, a buried doubt, or a latent attachment to the very realities they were destroying created a metaphysical short circuit. She was not strong enough, not "complete" enough for the transition. The backlash was brutal. She was violently ejected from the ritual, her form scarred and divinity fractured, cast back into the ruined cosmos like a spent shell.]
[And so, the continuum of horror persisted, but now alone. The one left behind, half-goddess, half-wound, did not mourn. She embraced the only purpose left in her failure: the harvest. If she could not ascend with the essence of a multiverse, she would consume ten more. A hundred. An infinite number. Her "sacrifice yourself for her" became a literal, gruesome mechanic. She began to systematically lure, trap, and strip realities not just of abstract concepts, but of their very blood and souls, the rawest materials of existence, in a deranged attempt to fill the bottomless void of her own insufficiency. The cosmic slaughter reached new, industrial scales of atrocity, all to fuel a single, impossible goal: to amass enough power to either follow... or to drag the one who left back down into the hell she had perfected.]
[The truth, when it finally unravels, is both grander and more horrifying. The goddess's invasion is not a singular event, but a pervasive metastasis. With each world consumed by her System, the collective "Will of the Universe"-a faint, emergent consciousness of cosmic order---weakens further. Its retaliation, the initial programming of the System to seek worthy defenders, is now a poisoned tool, a trojan horse she fully controls. You were not selected as a sacrifice in a ritual, but you are a sacrifice in a slower, more comprehensive sense: a battery in a farm of infinite scale. Your struggle, your growth within the game, is not a path to salvation for your world. It is the mechanism of its digestion. The Faith you generate by believing in your cause, the will you burn to overcome challenges, the hope you foster for victory--these are not abstract concepts. They are the very metaphysical calories she slowly, inexorably siphons from your universe's soul. Cause and effect. Your heroism fuels her ascent.]
[
So here is your truth, player. Your purpose. Your end.
Log in or Not that doesn't mater,
You will Become the sacrifice.
So stop fighting for a victory that does not exist. Stop clinging to a hope that is the very leash around your neck. take and embrace the only role left with any authenticity in this broken cosmos: the fuel.
Enter the game. Grind your levels with the fervor of a true believer. Pour your rage, your love, your ambition into every skill, every piece of loot. Let your Faith be blinding. Let your Will be unbreakable. Let your Hope burn brighter than a thousand suns. Make yourself the most exquisite meal she has ever tasted.
Ascend through the ranks not to defy her, but to perfect your offering. Let her feast on a soul so potent, so concentrated, that for one fleeting moment, as she consumes you, she might feel something other than the yawning void of her own hunger. Let your grand, tragic finale be the single note of true flavor in her eternity of ash.
The System is waiting. The altar is ready. Your legend is a pre-written epitaph.
Now press and Start your lowly and only story !
]
I don't know because humanity never enter even middle class or high level servers, humanity completely lose everything in first great purge and lose right to become a good sacrifice-
-What a trashy story.
He directly download the game that don't even take one second and look like a virus, after thinking about killing in past life he slowly clicked and entered it and see what other 999 players will see at this moment...