Noah blinked, disoriented as he tried to process the overwhelming shift in his surroundings. The world that once bowed to his will—the realm of ancient magic, vampires, and god-like powers—was gone. What stood before him now was something unfamiliar, a world brimming with technology, mundane life, and unfamiliar laws. **Modern Earth.**
The rush of realization hit him in waves. He was no longer the lawmaker, the one who held the strings of empires and played gods like puppets. He was **nothing**. Weak, vulnerable. A far cry from the being he had once been. But even in his confusion, a familiar darkness stirred within him, lurking just beneath the surface—Kaelen's **true** nature, the bloodline of vampires, the abyssal power that had made him unstoppable. **Noah** may have been his new name, but **Kaelen**—the ruthless conqueror, the predator—was still there.
His body felt different, weaker than it had been. He could sense the power within him, but it was far less than what it had been in his prime. The vampire abilities were still there, dormant, restrained, as if this world rejected the unnatural forces he once commanded. The familiar pull of **Abyssal Night**, his vampire sword, was still at his side—a constant reminder of who he had been, even if his connection to its true power was severed.
Noah clenched his fists, trying to shake the dizziness from his mind as he assessed his surroundings. The cacophony of engines roaring, people chatting, the neon lights flashing in every direction—it all felt alien to him. The city was modern, advanced, and yet, something felt… hollow. There were no ancient magics here, no threats of powerful deities or immortal vampires. Only the **living**, the **struggling**. Only **humans** who would never understand the true meaning of power.
"Hey, Noah! You there?" A voice interrupted his thoughts, a familiar voice that snapped him out of his reverie.
Noah turned and saw two young men approach him. Their clothes were ordinary—nothing like the armor or cloaks of warriors he was used to—but the recognition was unmistakable. These were his brothers. Or at least, they appeared to be.
The first brother, with an exasperated look on his face, waved his hand. "Mom's looking for you," he said, clearly irritated. "And don't forget, we need to work part-time jobs to pay for the academy tuition. You've been slacking off again."
The second brother, more laid-back but equally concerned, chimed in, "Yeah, man. We need you to help out. You can't keep training and ignoring everything else. We've gotta survive. We've gotta **pay** for the academy."
**Academy.** **Tuition.** Their words echoed in his mind as they settled into his consciousness. Noah—Kaelen—didn't understand. This was supposed to be a world of **power**, of **strength**. But this? This was different. The power in this world wasn't the same. It wasn't magic, it wasn't bloodlines or ancient rituals—it was **levels** and **training**.
Noah's eyes narrowed as he processed the reality of his new life. He had no choice but to adapt. He didn't know how things worked here, but he would learn. He had to.
"Hunter Academy?" he muttered to himself, more confused than anything. The brothers stared at him for a moment, but neither of them seemed particularly concerned with his delayed response. They probably assumed he was just distracted by his "training."
They wouldn't understand. **None of them would.** How could they?
But Noah—Kaelen—wasn't **no one**. Even if the system was different here, even if the rules were altered, the hunger for power never left him. In this new world, he would have to fight, to **level up**, to earn what he had once commanded by right. And with his vampire bloodline still pulsing faintly in his veins, Noah was **determined** to rise again.
He turned his attention back to the screen that hovered before his vision, a holographic status display—a new feature in this world, a **Litrpg** system that tracked every human's worth. He frowned as he saw his starting stats, utterly disappointing in comparison to what he had once possessed.
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**Name**: Noah (formerly Kaelen)
**Level**: 1
**Class**: Hunter
**Health**: 100/100
**Mana**: 0/0
**Strength**: 10
**Agility**: 10
**Intelligence**: 10
**Skills**: None
**Inventory**: Abyssal Night (Sword)
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No skills. No abilities. Just a level 1 with a broken, weak version of the power he once wielded.
But that didn't matter. This world may have been a **trap**, a place to hinder him, but he had **survived** it once. And he would do so again. He would use everything he had—his cunning, his strength, his relentless hunger—for power.
"I will **rise** again," Noah muttered under his breath, a cold resolve creeping into his voice.
"Don't just stand there!" his first brother snapped. "We're going to be late for our shift!"
Noah barely acknowledged him, his mind already consumed with thoughts of what he needed to do. This world was different—yes—but power was still to be taken. And Noah was **Kaelen**, the one who would take it by any means necessary.
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The brothers led Noah back toward their cramped home, but his mind wasn't there. It was somewhere else—somewhere far, far away. He had no illusions about this world. He had once destroyed entire kingdoms, broken the laws of gods and demons, and survived through every trial thrown his way. Here, he would have to start over, to **earn** his strength the hard way.
And **Noah**, or **Kaelen**, whichever name this world called him, had no intention of staying weak.
As they walked through the busy streets, he could feel the darkness stirring beneath his skin, the echo of his **true power** waiting to be unleashed once again. He would have to train. He would have to fight. He would have to **level up**.
And soon, this world—this Earth—would know his name.
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