"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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"No, then I had my doubts. But now I am certain, and it was just today, when you showed up in my chambers, that I became sure."


Simma placed both hands on his head, almost as if trying to keep his thoughts from spilling out.


"No no no no no" He stuttered "you are not meant to know. No Azren was… and the worst thing is that you are a high-ranked Azren! How do I trust you won't go about telling everyone?"


Zolomon smirked, his lips curving with calm assurance.


"If I didn't tell anyone when I only had doubts... well, except for someone who already knew, which was Zaro... then why would I tell anyone now?"


Simma stared at him, but his heart thumped restlessly, like a drum refusing to be silenced. He never wanted anyone to know who he truly was, not just now but even in his past reincarnations.


Zolomon cleared his throat, his voice carrying weight but also warmth.


Chapter 59 - A PART, SO LONELY