Clint rubbed his head as he recovered from the headache.

An unfamiliar screen had suddenly appeared... what kind of trick had blinded me?

Wait... where's the damn dragon?

Haven't I been torn to pieces?

At that very moment he realized something jarring.

He had lost his left arm a few years ago, but now his arm was back.

An arm of flesh and blood, a real arm.

His old companion, a mere cheap metal replica that had replaced his missing arm for the past five years was nowhere to be found.

The scars on his right arm had disappeared as if by magic, though no amount of magic could heal a wound inflicted by an [Abyssal Lord].

Even his right pinky had grown back.

The most surprising thing was that his skin had returned to its natural color.

It was simply inconceivable, the poison had been cured!

The abyssal energy should corrupt my wounds making it impossible to heal them...

What exactly had happened?

Had some powerful human healed me?

Clint scoffed at the idea.

The word human seemed so distant to him.

It could be said that humans had become completely extinct.

Every human nation in the vast universe had been shattered to its foundations.

Humanity's prosperous Galactic future was over before it had even begun.

For some reason the other invading races hated humans.

Humans never had allies so they had to fend for themselves, even if they were endlessly flanked.

Clint, who could be considered one of the last survivors of the human race, privy to many secrets, was unaware of the reason for this incessant hatred.

The "human survivors," on the other hand, were forced to abandon their own humanity to survive in the great [Survival Game].

Clint could not be considered the fittest human, but he was very lucky.... well... he had some luck.

In the early stages of the [Survival Game], he had gained a very powerful concealment ability.

Even many years later, the other races never managed to discover that Clint was a "human", if anyone had found out his fate would have been simply miserable.

Thanks to that Clint had survived the [Three Great Massacres] that took place a year after the beginning of this macabre game.

A macabre game orchestrated by the Gods for their entertainment.

What could a mere human who lacked strength do?

Clint could only grit his teeth and join the fray, all humans were forced to do so.

Many memories came back to his head as his mind wandered.

Have I gone back to the past?

Clint saw his silhouette in the aged mirror.

His familiar gaunt middle-aged face was replaced by his past self.

An innocent face, a seventeen year old captured in the mirror.

So much time had passed, even Clint had forgotten his own young face.

After all, a 45-year-old Clint Lexor was very different from a seventeen-year-old Clint Lexor.

Currently Clint's youthful body was lean, his height was not very tall and his physical condition was not the best.

Clint sighed deeply as he looked at the date on his smart phone.

.

It was 15 days before it all went to shit....

One November 4th in the year 2026 everything was fucked, it was a date etched deeply in Clint's head and he would never forget it.

On November 4th all humans would be transported to another world.

A vast and wild world would welcome them.

Not only humans would be transported, many new races were involved in the macabre game of the Gods, survival of the fittest.

Clint continued to recall the events of the past.

On November 7th his mother would die.

On November 10 his father, brother and sister would die.

An old wound was opened.

But Clint was happy, didn't this mean a new opportunity?

Eliminating his regrets immediately became his main motive, there was no time to mourn.

However, Clint wondered who had sent him to the past.

What was his purpose?

To be a hero?

To take revenge?

To become a villain?

Did a too-bored God respond to his long-forgotten desires and give him a new chance?

As he racked his brains thinking of all the possibilities, a sound rang in his ears.

*Ding!*

The ringing startled him for a second, had he mistaken the exact date?

It was a sickeningly familiar sound, maybe it had become the sound Clint hated the most and he didn't want to hear it again.

Fortunately, a green "invitation" screen didn't appear, the game hadn't started yet.

A blue screen appeared instead.

.

.

"..."

What kind of trick was this?

I'll just pretend I didn't see that.... Clint decided to ignore this screen, it was too suspicious.

*Ding*

*Ding*

*Ding*

"...", okay... that sound is so obnoxious.

Clint sighed a bit wearily, couldn't it just leave him alone?

[Who exactly are you?], Clint asked a little annoyed.

.

":...", that sounded even more suspicious.

Heir to who?

Or of what exactly?

Or did someone really get into my body?

Clint was very skeptical, even though he had seen too many things that altered the established rules.

In the next second the screen changed.

.

Suddenly the screen flickered in red lights.

"..."

Clint sighed again, this time he was more tired.

This system was not very reliable... however, Clint was ecstatic.

This time a cheat was accompanying him!

[Camouflage], Clint murmured anxiously, Clint didn't completely trust the words of this so-called system and wanted to make sure of a few things.

To his good fortune, his ability was still with him, one of his biggest worries was quickly alleviated.

His body became transparent, a few seconds later he became completely invisible.

"Success!"

The energy consumption was excessive but it still worked!