Within the despair of ancient stone walls, shadows danced, painting supernatural patterns upon the rundown wall hangings that bejeweled the forsaken halls. Between the ruins stood a reincarnated soul, a figure shrouded in mystery, graceful to unravel the secrets concealed within the castle's timeworn corridors.
From the shadows emerged Diablo, the towering guardian, his eyes ablaze with timeless wisdom. With a voice echoing, Diablo began to weave the kingdom's forgotten saga.
"Once, this land was blessed with prosperity & harmony," Diablo intoned, his words resonating through the hallowed halls. "All races coexisted under a benevolent ruler, King Theron. Yet, envy festered in the heart of the ruler's brother, Lysander. Ambition drove him to forge an unholy alliance with the Holy Church, labelling our realm an enemy of their god."
The narrative unfolded, revealing the unfaithful succession of the kingdom. Diablo continued, "Their conquest was not for righteousness, but for power. They never got the hold of the power as it was sealed by the king and hence the kingdom was devastated by those mongrels leaving it to rot. The pain, suffering, and destruction led to the fall of the kingdom which was once one of the most prosperous kingdoms. The final words of the dying king were "The power, desired by many, holds the dormant might, and will be awaiting the true heir's touch to unleash its force."
In spellbound attention, Kaito absorbed the tale, each word drawing vivid imagery of the kingdom's fall. Diablo then opened the arcane chest and a shiny black light started pouring out. It was way too shiny despite being of dark texture. Diablo said, "Apart from me, this shrine can only be seen by the chosen bearer."
As the final notes of Diablo's chronicle faded, Kaito stood in silence, a newfound determination resonating within. He thought "Is this a chance I asked for? Anyway, I will not be a loser anymore. I will grab the opportunity which I always failed to do in previous life." "From this day forth," he declared, a voice brimming with resolve, "I shall be known as Kokugen Kuroi. I shall embark on a journey to conquer this world, to revive what has been lost. I will conquer the whole universe."
With an unwavering resolve and newfound identity, Kokugen Kuroi made the choice, accepting the mantle foretold by destiny. His hand reached for the power within the chest, embracing the destiny awaiting his touch. With a profound sense of purpose, the power was donned, merging with his essence, marking the genesis of an uncharted journey. Diablo bowed.
Kokugen thought curiously "What should be going on in my previous world??"
Meanwhile in his previous world. Since he was an orphan and a loner. No one came to collect his body from the hospital. However, his boss from his office did the paper work for verification. Boss's eyes filled with water. The nurse comforted him. He thought to himself "How could you Kaito. We were short staffed tomorrow."