"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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All eyes were still riveted upon Simma, darting from his blood-streaked form to the hulking carcass of the demon he had slain. Those who had not witnessed his impossible descent whispered hastily to their neighbours, and soon the horror spread like a wildfire of rumour, until the entire coliseum sat gripped in a single breathless silence.


Simma shifted uneasily beneath their gaze. Perhaps it was the suffocating stillness, the weight of thousands of eyes fastening upon him like chains, or perhaps it was the crystalline voice of his ES, echoing sharply in his skull as glowing runes danced across his mind's eye.


[You have slain a Rank B Warrior Demon]


[Kernels Leashed: {34} : Total Kernel: 12]


Simma's heart hammered. One demon... just one... had gifted him twenty-four kernels. The realization struck like lightning.


Chapter 48 - AM BACK