Prologue

The tower.

A place where all of humanity suddenly found themselves inside, forcibly brought over.

From the higher-tier races such as Angels, Demons, and Dragons, to mid-tier races like Elves, Dwarves, and Beastmen, and even lower-tier races like Orcs, Spirits, and Undead.

The tower was a melting pot of various races, living side by side.

Among these many races, humans were at the lowest end of the food chain.

There was, however, one singular human that exceeded these races.

The one known as the commander of death.

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It felt like the world was crumbling beneath my feet.

The Capitol, the largest metropolis of the human race, had turned into a battlefield.

Fires raged across the streets, smoke filled the sky. Blood stained the cobblestones, and screams echoed in the distance.

And all this happened because of a single creature.

"You humans are always amusing."

The figure hovering above, with golden hair cascading down and red eyes piercing through the darkness, wore a crimson robe that floated in the wind.

He might look like a human, but halo above his head showed that he wasn't.

He was the 2nd Light, the high ranker of the angels.

Michael the Archangel.

"You fucking bitch! Why are the angels attacking the humans! The angels are supposed to be neutral in this war!!" Alex, one of the highest-ranked warriors of the human race, shouted.

The angels claim, on the surface, to act in the best interest of all races. They insist that in the Tower, the tower itself is the only true enemy, and that all different races must unite to reach the top.

Of course, it's just a surface narrative. The arrogant angel race, particularly the archangel at the top, could never view humans as equals.

"You speak too loudly for a creature of such insignificance."

Crack!

As soon as Micheal's words ended, the lion-headed shield Alex held shattered, and he was instantly penetrated by a spear of light.

Alex, one of the strongest tankers of humanity, was killed with a single blow.

"This is… the angels…"

I felt like I had encountered an inevitable, absolute fate.

I had thought if the various human guilds could unite and form a combined front, perhaps we could defeat one of the ten angels.

But it was just a grand fantasy.

A single being could surpass an entire race of creatures.

I clenched my teeth. Despite being a skilled wielder of my unique weapon, the tarot cards, I was nothing compared to Micheal.

I couldn't believe this was how it was going to end.

My breath was ragged, my body battered from the relentless assault. Yet I couldn't stop. Not now.

The battle was hopeless, yet I ran toward Michael with everything I had left. My legs moved faster, driven by desperation and rage.

I reached into my tarot deck, pulling out a card—The Ten of Swords.

From the cards, weapons materialized—a series of sharp blades that flew toward Micheal only to be blocked by the light that surrounded him.

He watched with amusement, his golden hair shining brighter with every flicker of his crimson robe.

"You must be the one they call the commander of death."

"Yes," I spat through clenched teeth, "I am the commander of death."

"You're quite impressive for a human," Michael said, his voice a mixture of surprise and amusement. His gaze bore into mine. "But still, it won't be enough."

Michael chuckled softly. 

"After all, you're not even worthy to be in the 10 Light and Evil."

My heart sank at his words.

The 10 Light and Evil—the strongest beings in existence. Five on the side of Light, five on the side of Evil. The epitome of power and dominance.

Michael continued, his crimson gaze locking onto mine. "You're nothing more than a fleeting shadow in this endless cycle."

I growled, the frustration burning hotter than the fire that engulfed my thoughts.

If only I had my unique skill…

Humans received their unique skills after completing a significant task—a power that elevated them beyond limits. My comrades had theirs, and they became twice as strong.

But me? I never got mine.

Michael raised his hand, light forming once again—a spear sharper than the last, piercing through the air toward me.

"Die," he said softly, yet with absolute finality.

I didn't have the strength to dodge, no will left to resist. My body gave in, collapsing onto the ground as the spear of light tore through me.

Everything blurred into darkness, and my last thoughts were of regret.

If only…