The night reeked of blood.
Screams still echoed in Soul Ming's ears, even though the silence of death had already claimed the world around him. His knees pressed against the cold ground, his fingers trembling as they clutched the lifeless hand of his younger sister.
Her eyes—once full of light—were now empty.
His parents lay broken behind her.
And standing a few steps away… the one person he trusted most.
His girlfriend.
Her trembling hands dripped crimson.
Not from defending him, but from striking the final blow.
> "I never loved you, Ming," she spat, though her voice cracked with fear.
"The gods promised me freedom… power… if I betrayed you."
Her smile was hollow, forced. But the blade she held was real.
The gods' system pulsed above her like a radiant sphere, whispering to her as though she were their chosen pawn.
Ming's breath came ragged, his own chest pierced by wounds that burned like fire.
The system's cold voice rang in his mind, mocking him.
> [You have failed]
The system's voice echoed, colder than death itself:
[Your existence ends here].
He collapsed, the last of his strength spilling into the dirt with his blood.
The stars blurred into nothing.
His final sight: the system's glow, and her face turned away from him.
Darkness swallowed everything.
But the end never came.
> "So this is hell? To die so foolishly… and lose everything?" Soul Ming's last thought burned in despair.
In the abyss of nothingness, another voice crept in—venomous, tempting
Deeper than the gods.
> [Tell me, do you not crave vengeance?]
Ming's soul, broken but burning, quivered.
He had no strength left—only hatred.
Then he screamed and said "…Yes." I will make them all pay
The voice laughed sounded eerie, almost like the abyss itself was mocking the gods. Then the voice echoed again, satisfied.
> [ Rise, Soul Ming. I will forge for you a system born from rebellion—one not of the gods, but against them.]
Chains of light shattered in the abyss. Something wrapped around his spirit—foreign, yet familiar. A system not born of the gods, but of rebellion.
His eyes opened again.
Black.
Empty of mercy.
A second chance had been forced up
on him.
Not for redemption.
But for revenge.