"How did I end up like this.....cursed, with two sides of unsettling storm reicarnating into me... and as if not enough....I ended up possessing the rarest and hardest beast known to be ever tamed as my Azrax"
"tsk... who knows, Maybe... just maybe.. I might still pull through"

Simma, who was once an outcast, never expected much from life. He thought he would continue being a rag for the Singriths who treated and trained him like a slave, with the intent to exploit and turn him into one of their Daylight Warriors, compelled to serve them with his life.

But fate had said otherwise, and his determination to free himself paid off, though causing him someone he had cared about.

Simma, who once thought that he was good at fighting, thinking that he had learned very much from the Singriths, now sees that he was a weakling. In the world of his own kind, he has to train, fight, and also look into himself in order to make a better version of himself,

He had to become an Azren, go through series of training, defend the citadel and the great city, help maintain the system and slay Singriths ,Soulnexers, and demons as to level up to the next ranks.

Only to realize that he had reincarnated but had no memories at all, since he had reincarnated into a child. And his Within Beast was something else: the hardest to tame and toughest to Summon.

Well he met people.. people that helped him.

He now had to go through the pain, the suffering of finding out his past life, and also coping in the world he finds himself in. And as he was just digging, he made a discovery that was very tangible, that would change the whole system. He found out that...

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The dragon smiled, a cold, knowing smile that split its jagged maw. It had found its weapon… not claw or flame, but doubt.


"You claim you have walked many lives," it hissed, voice rippling like oil across water.


"But I am the Umbrax. I see deeper than your self-made illusions. What you believe happened to you… is not truth."


"Stop." Simma cut him off sharply, his voice cracking like a whip.


"And like I said…" Simma pressed forward, eyes burning.


"You are the fool. I have unravelled the secret you hoped I would never find. My past hosts all died prematurely… not because they were weak, or lets say not because I was weak… but because I rejected you... I embraced my Azrax, refusing the cursed shadow within me. And when you, the Umbrax, manifested… I bowed. I broke. I perished."


Chapter 45 - BATTLE OF WILL