Somewhere on the Earth, don't know where...
A boy, no more than sixteen years old with black hair and eyes, lay on a bed, his head covered by what seemed like a V.R. headset.
Not only that, but his entire body was also clad in a transparent bodysuit, which seemed to absorb some of the light rays coming towards it, while most of them bounced off the surface, illuminating him with a faint light in the process.
It seemed like the boy was really enjoying whatever he was playing; the grin that stayed etched across his face the entire time proved so.
He lay there for what felt like hours, not moving an inch of his body.
Engrossed in the virtual world, he suddenly felt a sharp pain spreading through his body.
His hands began to tingle with coldness, then a numbing sensation crept up his arms.
His skin felt like it was burning and freezing at the same time.
The pain intensified, spreading across his chest and legs, until every inch of his body felt like it was disintegrating. His bones felt fragile, and his skin seemed to crack as if unseen hands were tearing him apart molecule by molecule.
He gasped, unable to move or scream, as his body seemed to break down—his form turning into particles, much like it did in the game.
Like what happened to his in-game character, his body in the real world also began to dissipate by the same energy.
Wisps of ash floated away from his limbs, dissolving into the air until all that was left was nothing, leaving a white abyss that stretched endlessly, as if the world itself had been erased around his wake.
•••
In a dimly lit room,
Cries of a newborn baby could be heard.
Not one, but two distinctive cries.
'SNAP'
Alavrio jolted awake from his… slumber?
'Wait… where am I?' he pondered as his eyes darted around the room he was in.
'Why does this place seem kind of… familiar?'
He scanned the room carefully, which strongly felt familiar, until a specific memory clicked in his mind.
Déjà Vu.
'Isn't this the room I saw in the game?'
The walls of the room were paneled with dark, rich wood, and the floor was covered with thick, luxurious rugs.
The furniture was also robust—the oak table, the high-backed chair covered in fabric—everything was the same as what he had seen in the game.
Being a high-IQ person, he quickly analyzed the situation and came to an answer that he thought no one could ever think of.
'I think… the game has restarted because I died, but they should at least have asked for confirmation.'
As he proceeded to look beside him, he saw something unex—no, impossible.
There lay a boy, newly born, with amethyst eyes and purple hair, his eyes closed.
There was no mistaking it.
He was someone he shouldn't be.
He was Circus Arcane.
But… if the boy beside him was Circus Arcane, then what about him?
A sudden chill ran down his spine as he kept staring at the boy beside him.
His dilemma didn't stop there, because somehow he was able to hold back his cry.
To move on his will.
It is suspicious…
It was meant to be a cutscene, right?
But his thoughts came to a halt as a lady who seemed to be in her thirties approached him—no, them.
Alavrio concluded that she might be the midwife, who had appeared in the cutscene last time before he died, as he stared at her approaching figure.
And it was as he thought; the lady lifted up the newborn Cyrus and then handed him to the lady with amethyst eyes and purple hair, lying on the bed.
She locked her eyes with the boy in her arms and flashed a smile, a smile mixed with amusement, love, and satisfaction.
'Well… that's because of the blessings, I think.'
'I think this time I'm playing with another character because I died as Cyrus last time, but still, what was that thing, and how the heck does my view even shift when the V.R. does not support second- and third-person views?'
Alavrio tried to change his point of view once again but failed miserably, as even the screen did not appear.
Then he again shifted his gaze towards the bed, and what happened to Alavrio at the beginning of the last time happened again in front of his eyes.
He was the witness.
'Fuck, it should have been me… not him.'
He cursed internally and decided to leave the game as many hours had passed since he had been playing, and he was feeling sleepy.
But leaving now would mean he would have to repeat the cutscene again, but he could bear with it since sleeping was more important.
'Eternal Breaker: Exit "God Slayer."'
"_"
"_"
"_"
Nothing changed.
The screen to exit the game didn't appear.
'What…?'
He tried again, but nothing happened once more.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
He tried again and again, but nothing happened. After so many failed attempts, his face turned pale and cold sweat trickled down his face.
He quickly sorted his mind, running through various possibilities, and after a few seconds said to himself internally:
'Sigh… I think I have been reincarnated.'
"Next."
Handing Cyrus to the midwife again, she spoke in a sweet voice.
As those words left her mouth, Alavrio trembled internally as he cursed himself—no, his body.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You better be a talented body. Talented body, I said. I don't want to live like a freaking dog. I don't know who you are, but talent…'
A bead of sweat trickled down his face as the midwife proceeded to lift him and carefully hand him to his mother.
He was dying of tension, but it wasn't visible on his face since he was just an infant.
As his mother scanned his features, he recalled a memory from the game he had been playing a few minutes ago.
Janaya.
That was her name. Despite how harmless she looked from the outside, inside she could be compared to a monster.
She was also one of the strongest female demon hunters in the world, who had killed tens of thousands of demons without any mercy.
Although there were few to no events that showed it, the treatment or hospitality anyone would receive in the clan was decided by her.
That was also the reason why only Cyrus was allowed to meet her anytime and was provided with any resources he wanted.
But it didn't deny the fact that she really loved those with higher talent—a good example being Cyrus and his elder sister.
All other siblings were also treated according to their value and talent.
If someone was from a branch family but more talented than the heirs, they would be in a higher position than the heirs in clan hierarchy, as shown in the game.
"Kill him."
A cold voice snapped him out of his thoughts, a complete contrast to the sweet voice she had used earlier.
Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.
Upon hearing those words, his body trembled in fear, his heart pounding with every increasing second, and his eyes widened in terror.
And he couldn't do anything about it. What was decided by Janaya was decided.
"W-what?" the midwife suddenly neared her and reconfirmed what she had just said, trembling in fear.
Meanwhile, Alavrio had already prepared himself to die, closing his eyes and thinking to himself:
'Somehow, I died twice… every time without me knowing anything. I didn't even get to do the 'I ain't returning your five bucks' legendary moment with my friend.'
Knock. Knock.
Suddenly, a person knocked on the door twice, not daring to enter the room. He asked, still standing on the other side of the door:
"Lady Janaya, the master has expressed his desire to know about the younger one."
Janaya again shifted her gaze towards me, staring deep into my eyes momentarily, her gaze filled with disgust and hatred, as she said again, her voice echoing through the room:
"I think… he will perform well as a servant and mannequin for the training of others."
Ding!
Target found...
Binding with the target...
[Binding complete]
Name : 50%
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Huh,cooked a new chapter again and btw I am a alien,and I can see those power stones in your account,Handle them nicely or...