Chapter 1: I'm back
A white paper filled with writing made from brush ink.
The writing is so meaningful because it holds control over each person's fate.
Anyone who looks at the paper is guaranteed to go insane, and then even crazier, as much as they possibly can.
The papers piled up in chaos. Because of their messy state, a spine was created to support them so they could be neatly arranged.
As a result, the scattered papers were bound into a very thick book, but it contained extraordinary knowledge.
Someone secretly took it while others were busy binding the papers one by one. A wide smile spread across their face as they sneaked away.
They went down to the underworld, to the place where their soulmate resided.
Happiness was vividly painted on the faces of the couple, making it fair to say their happiness was a rare phenomenon in this world.
Because most people suffered from losing their humanity and sanity.
It was all so tragic.
Happiness never lasts long. A great tragedy occurred without warning, killing 324,010 living beings in a city in a gruesome and heartbreaking manner.
Many songs echoed throughout the city as an overwhelming expression of grief over the tragedy.
The couple was also confirmed dead in the incident. But do they even know that?
"Benvenuto nel mio peccato di vendetta per la risonanza assoluta."
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I managed to open my eyes again after feeling excruciating pain all over my body.
I was lying on a big bed, yet it was so comfortable that anyone lying on it would immediately fall asleep without a second thought.
Every breath I took after waking up felt like a rusty machine struggling to start up again.
My body suddenly felt hot, as if I had caught a fever.
My eyes kept blinking, searching for certainty in what they saw. But of course, what I saw wasn't what I wanted.
Trying to get up from the bed, even though my body wasn't in any shape to move, I eventually managed to stand, though trembling violently.
Walking slowly seemed like the best way to reduce the risk of falling, as my body was still unstable.
I pulled a chair back and sat down on it. Finally, my body stopped shaking as I sat there.
"Let's see what I can do!"
I grabbed a writing tool and opened a thick book with pages colored like aged white bone. I started writing everything I could recall from my memory.
One by one, the pages began filling up with narratives and dialogues.
Everything held meaning, reflecting events of the past, present, and even the final embodiment of what's to come.
Because my hands had worked so hard writing, they eventually felt sore. I stopped writing and didn't force myself to continue.
I knew there were risks to every action, including limits.
A small pill, black mixed with white, suddenly appeared right in front of my face. Without any hesitation, I grabbed the pill and swallowed it.
At first, nothing happened until five seconds later.
Blood flowed heavily from my nose and both ears, but my mouth didn't bleed.
It was as if the blood flowing heavily took a different path, so my mouth didn't bleed.
Another effect of the small black-and-white pill, besides the blood flowing from my nose and ears, was that my hair started falling out.
Slowly but surely, my hair began falling strand by strand. If left like this, it's certain my head would have no hair and just end up bald.
But somehow, luck was on my side for the first time, so the hair on my head didn't fully fall out. Because of the hair loss, my hair ended up looking like it was neatly trimmed by a professional barber.
Even though the result still looked messy, it only needed a little touch-up to look like a stylish haircut.
Whether I liked it or not, I had to take a deep breath for the first time in ages.
"For me, the worst has finally arrived, huh?"
This time, I've experienced regression—or more precisely, a rewind.
I don't know who caused this rewind, but one thing's clear: someone out there wasn't satisfied and decided to start a new ending by rewinding everything.
Turns out, this rewind happened on a massive scale—not just to this world but to the entire universe.
Usually, rewinds only affect individuals without impacting anything else. But this time, the rewind affected the entire universe itself. Stars in space and the rotation of everything around the center of the universe returned to their original state.
I'm just a guy born and raised in one of the divine bloodline clans, "Ganahae," one of the fourteen divine bloodlines.
Honestly, my life has never been okay. From the moment I was born, all the way up to when I turned twelve or thirteen, misfortune kept targeting me nonstop.
I felt like there was something off with my soul, but I never took it seriously.
At fourteen, I was married to a woman from another famous divine bloodline clan, "Atalae," because of internal matters.
That's when the misfortunes that constantly bullied me started to leave me alone, ignoring my presence as if I didn't exist. The woman I married didn't acknowledge my presence, and when she did, her face clearly showed disgust, irritation, and a desperate urge to turn away from me.
Even so, the wedding ring, specially made by both the "Ganahae" and "Atahae" divine bloodlines, still remained on her finger, making her technically still my wife.
Apparently, she couldn't just get rid of the ring. The ring was made as a symbol of the bond between the two divine bloodline clans, making it sacred and untouchable.
Misfortune is the opposite of luck.
The misfortune that used to bully me is back again when I entered a well-known academy among the six continents, called "Yosofen."
Only the best are there, and not a single piece of trash could set foot in that academy.
There was this one boy who caught my attention, as well as many others. He was someone from a commoner background who managed to enter the academy through a talent invitation.
At first, I didn't want to get involved with him because I had to uphold the morality of the divine bloodline clan that was instilled in every child born into the divine bloodline clan.
But then, my wife got close to that guy, which really triggered me. I always mocked him in front of many people, and yet, he beat me to a pulp with a single punch.
It made me look pathetic, while that guy seemed so impressive. If anyone wanted to see the difference between heaven and earth, the answer would definitely be me and that guy.
When I tried to do something to make him realize his place, I ended up backfiring on myself. Worse, when my wife found out I planned to harm him, she hated me even more.
I harbored a deep hatred for that guy.
He seemed to be surrounded by an overflowing amount of luck, so whatever he did always turned out positively.
Because of that luck, he kept moving forward, and in the end, I was abandoned by my wife. She even became part of that guy's harem.
The strangeness in my soul kept pressuring my life. I had no choice but to figure out what it meant, and I finally realized that it was all my sins.
As a last attempt to maintain my humanity, I went on a search for answers. Eventually, I found it.
A place so far away that it's impossible for anyone to reach-not even gods, goddesses, or beings from other universes could get there.
I managed to reach the place by using my sins as a guide and found countless shelves filled with thick books.
It was like a giant library, with rows of neatly arranged books stretching endlessly. When I tried to explore further, I realized the place was guarded by a strange individual.
They looked so odd to me, but it was clear they were incredibly dangerous to face directly.
Not wanting to get into trouble, I quickly grabbed a few thick books I could carry and headed back home to read them.
Without realizing it, the book turned out to be a written story about the protagonist of this world—the man I often insulted, cursed at, and even tried to harm.
At first, I was shocked when I read the opening chapter because it described past events so accurately. But that initial shock turned into something far greater as I continued reading through every volume about the protagonist, all the way to the last one.
To confirm that this wasn't just some ordinary book, I started following the that man in secret, occasionally glancing at my ex-wife, who he had taken from me.
The truths written in the book slowly became reality, leaving me in distress and a deep depression. I finally realized I was destined to be nothing more than a third-rate villain—a mere stepping stone for that man to claim my wife as part of his harem.