The heat was suffocating.
Flames crawled along the walls like demonic tongues. Thick black smoke swallowed the cracked ceiling while the fire alarm screeched at full volume, weakening bit by bit. In the middle of this chaos, a nineteen-year-old boy ran through a burning apartment.
Soul Drasil.Undertaker.And veterinarian.
A strange pair of professions, yet perfectly logical to him.
Death and life.Two worlds he had learned to respect—and to soothe.
That night, as he was returning from a long day, he heard muffled screams coming from a burning building. Without thinking, he rushed in. An old woman, stuck on the stairs, had begged between two coughing fits:
— My cat… my baby… please…
Soul hadn't even answered her.
He sprinted straight toward her apartment.
A charred door gave way under his shoulder. The inside was nothing but a blazing inferno. The ceiling groaned, ready to collapse.
And in the middle of the living room… a trembling black kitten, eyes wide with terror.
— Come here, little one…
Soul reached out his hand. The animal hesitated, then leapt into his arms. Without losing a second, Soul turned around.
But the ground vibrated. A sinister crackling echoed above him.
He didn't even have time to react.
CRACK.
A burning beam crashed down.
The kitten was thrown from his arms and rolled across the floor, but by some miracle, it slipped through the debris and escaped through an opening.
Soul smiled, even as he felt blood filling his mouth.
— Good… as long as you live…
His body collapsed. Flames licked his back. The pain drifted away.
His vision blurred.
Images flashed through his mind:
Peaceful funerals.Animals he had saved.A dog he had revived at the last second.A child he had comforted.An elderly woman thanking him with tears in her eyes.
If only I could… help someone… one more time…
His eyelids closed.
Death arrived, soft and silent… like an old friend.
Rebirth
Soul opened his eyes abruptly.
There were no flames.No smoke.No pain.
Only… warmth.
A soft, enveloping warmth.
A woman was holding him against her chest.She had long wavy chestnut hair, a naturally beautiful face, golden eyes filled with tears, and a trembling smile. Her skin smelled of wildflowers and honey. She wore a simple brown wool dress, and her warm arms were shaking with emotion.
— My baby… my treasure… Soul, welcome to us…
His mother.
Lynea Drasil.A woman in her thirties with a gentle, protective aura, the village's healer and herbalist. Her gaze alone could soothe any pain.
Behind her, a man stood, eyes red.
He was massive, broad-shouldered, his face hardened by years and battles. Short black hair, a well-kept dark beard, and a scar crossing his left eyebrow—all signs of a warrior's past.
But his deep blue eyes… shone with tenderness.
— My son… he said, voice cracking.
His father, Aegis Drasil, a former soldier turned village protector. A just, strong, respected man.
Soul blinked.
His vision was blurry.
His body… tiny.
I'm… a baby?
A cool breeze flowed through the open window, carrying the scent of pine, damp earth, and woodsmoke.
A new world.A new breath.A new life.
Brumefell — The Village of Renewal
The years passed.
The village of Brumefell was nestled between a vast misty forest and a clear river. Stone-and-wood houses with thatched roofs lined the paths of packed earth, and children often played around the enormous tree in the village center.
The villagers lived through hunting, farming, herbcraft—and a bit of magic.
Mana filled the air, sometimes creating glowing motes between the trees at night.
To the north lay the ruins of an old forgotten temple.To the west, a deep forest where slimes, wolves, and small magical creatures roamed.Farther still, the city of Ariandel.
The Village Chief — Eldran Haylor
An old man with silver hair and a long braided beard.His wrinkled skin told countless stories.His sharp blue eyes radiated quiet wisdom.
Always dressed in a brown robe and holding a carved staff, he knew everything about the village, mana, and the dangers around it.
— Soul Drasil… he often said.— Your eyes look old. As if you've lived before.
Soul, in his child's body, would only give a small smile.
Childhood FriendsRyen Thorn
A brown-haired boy with messy hair, always hyperactive.A beginner swordsman—brave, sometimes too much.He wanted to become a hero.He admired Soul without understanding his strange calmness.
Mira Fayen
A blonde girl with golden eyes, calm like a still lake.She could perceive magical fluctuations.Often shy, but very intelligent.She always sensed "something unusual" around Soul.
Kael Rondor
Black hair, green eyes, a serious expression.A prodigy archer.Sarcastic, but loyal.He often tested Soul… never realizing he wasn't like other children.
The Ceremony of Seven Years
When a child turned seven, they stood before the Affinity Stone.This ancient stone revealed their Class.
On the appointed day, the whole village gathered in the square.The stone glowed with white light.
Eldran raised his staff.
— Let the child step forward.— Soul Drasil, son of Aegis and Lynea… approach.
Soul placed his hand on the stone.
A freezing chill ran up his arm.
The light changed.A black mist mixed with a bluish glow.
People whispered.
Then two words appeared, carved in light:
[CLASS: SUMMONER][CLASS: NECROMANCER]
Silence.
Then… muffled laughter.
— Two classes?— Impossible…— That kid is cursed!— A summoner AND a necromancer?— The two worst classes in the world!— No one has ever reached level 10!— They all get eaten by monsters!
Soul stayed silent.
Eldran frowned, worried.His father clenched his jaw.His mother squeezed his hand, eyes shimmering.
The Way Home
On the way back, Soul said nothing.
Aegis placed a heavy hand on his head.
— Listen to me, Soul. No matter what class you have…You're the one who will give it strength.
Lynea hugged him.
— You are our son… you are not weak.
Soul looked at them.
In his first life, he had walked with death.In this life…
He had two classes tied to it.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Night — The Awakening
In his small wooden room, Soul sat on his bed.Moonlight illuminated the walls.Crickets sang.A cool breeze drifted in.
Then suddenly—
TING.
A purple window appeared before him.
He jolted.
[S O U L S Y S T E M — A C T I V A T I O N]
A pulse of energy ran through his body.
[Welcome, Soul Drasil.][Your soul has been recognized.]
A golden holographic map appeared.
[You obtained: Treasure Map (Mythic)]Destination: Road between Brumefell and AriandelDanger: Zone forbidden to LV < 10
Then a quest appeared:
[QUEST: FIRST STEPS]Eliminate:• 10 Slimes• 10 Skeleton Warriors
Rewards:• Spell: Summon — Slime LV1• Spell: Necromancy — Skeleton LV1• 50 XP
Soul stared, stunned.
A double class.A system.A mythic map.A deadly quest.And a forbidden road filled with monsters of unknown level.
He closed the window.
His eyes glowed in the night.
— How do I even get there…?I don't have any spells yet…I'm level zero…
He looked out the window at the dark trees, the white moon.
Then he smiled.
A calm smile.Determined.Ancient.
— It doesn't matter.— I've already faced death once.
He inhaled deeply.
"In this life…I will save.I will protect.And if I must face death itself…I will walk toward it without trembling."
The wind whispered softly.
Destiny had just begun.
End of Chapter 1.