"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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Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. At first, the world was blurred, but then it cleared into the image of delicate hands tucking him upright, and finally, two brilliant green eyes were hovering just above him. They glimmered with a smile, one that tugged at something buried deep in his memory, as if it had always been waiting there at the back of his mind.


He blinked hard and sat up with the help of the one who had woken him; Naya. 


His gaze lingered on her face longer than it should. The look he threw at her was the kind that always betrayed guilty conscience, like a thief pretending innocence while standing in front of the treasure he once stole.


"Are you okay?" Naya asked gently, studying him. She had caught the strange way his gaze lingered on her.


Simma quickly looked away, springing to his feet. He did his best to hide the red flush spreading across his cheeks, filled with; part guilt, part shyness.


Chapter 52 - THE CELEBRATION