The sky split open, bleeding streaks of light across the ruined battlefield that was once a thriving city of magic.
Arcane sigils glowed in the sky, their glow fading like dying embers as the last enchantments broke apart one by one.
And within such chaos, Silvan Owsris stood at the peak of a shattered hill, his cloak shredded, his staff flickering with the last dregs of mana. Seven colorful circles floating behind the back.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this." His voice was a rasp in the chaos, swallowed by the storm of corrupted energy that spread, mutating the lifeless corpse before they also rose up killing their own kind.
In the distance, the Titan monster moved a monstrosity of tendrils, bone, and too many eyes.
Its eyeless maw twisted, and though it made no sound, or it's action deed but already caused a huge section of the empire to disappear.
Silvan's fingers brushed the cracked core embedded in his final golem.
"I should've listened... I should've pulled back…"
Faces flashed in his mind—his comrades, their last moments carved into his soul. He had led them, believing they could end the war. That they could win.
"This is on me." The weight of it pressed down until it was hard to breathe.
The Titan surged forward. The hill crumbled beneath Silvan as he raised his staff, the words of his final spell forming . The core in his hands pulsed weakly, fragile and barely holding together.
"If this is how it ends... let it mean something." He whispered the last incantation, pouring every ounce of mana.every scrap of who he has into his fragile body.
Light erupted, brighter than anything he'd ever seen. Monsters form was consumed, swallowed in a fire that illuminated the night into a day.
The world fading around him. His body dissolved in the inferno, but there was no pain only relief. Thinking although another empire had fallen at least they have taken it down the last monster King in this world.
"Andrew!"
Silvan jolted upright, his breath ragged, heart hammering in his chest. His vision blurred for a moment before the scenery disappeared replaced by a scenery and the world he exists now.
He didn't care what the person was shouting in front of him. He gazed through the window at the calm clouds passing by up in the sky.
His fingers curled into fists until his knuckles turned white.
"They're gone," he thought bitterly. "But I'm still here."
"Andrew!"
Silvan blinked and looked up. The teacher was glaring at him, arms crossed, tapping a marker against the whiteboard.
"Are you paying attention, or is the view outside more interesting than this class?"
A few students snickered. Silvan straightened his back and grabbed his pen. "Sorry, sir."
The teacher sighed and turned back to the whiteboard, continuing his explanation. Silvan glanced down at his notebook, filled with half-written equations. His hand moved on its own, copying what the teacher wrote without really thinking about it.
The words blurred as his thoughts drifted again.
'Andrew. That's who I'm supposed to be now'
Three years. Three years of walking in someone else's life, surrounded by faces that didn't know or care who he really was. Silvan Owsris had been a name that commanded respect—a Golemancher who had built armies of golems to fight against the Kymers..
And yet, all that power had meant nothing in the end. His final battle against the Kymer Titan had consumed everything he had—his strength, his comrades, his hope.
Then, there was nothing. No afterlife. No peace. Only awakening here—in a body that didn't belong to him, in a world where magic didn't exist. Instead of mana veins pulsing beneath the earth, there were streets of concrete and machines made of iron that didn't make sense and made sense at the same time.
He hadn't understood it at first—the unfamiliar ceilings, the strange beeping machines at the hospital. His legs had felt weak, his senses dull. The doctors called him Andrew, a boy they thought had survived a failed suicide attempt. The body was his, but the soul inside it wasn't.
Silvan sighed quietly, tapping the pen against his notebook. This world was strange—so peaceful and mundane, filled with things that would have been miracles in his old life.
And yet...
"Why am I here?"
He copied the next line of the equation automatically. His handwriting wasn't neat—Andrew's hands were shaky, not the steady hands of a Golemancher who once drew precise magical sigils.
"Is this really all there is?"
He had tried to fit in—reading their books, watching their shows, pretending to care about their trivial conversations. And yet the void inside him only grew.
He glanced up at the board, forcing himself to focus. The teacher was droning on about problem-solving techniques. To these students, their biggest concern was passing an exam. To Silvan, it felt like pretending to care about a world that wasn't his to begin with.
Time flows by as usual. Evening~
"Hey, Andrew you coming to the arcade later?" a classmate whispered, leaning over his desk.
Andrew turned around, It was his only pal in this whole class room. Chubby samiul. And the arcade thing this person was mentioning was just a waste of time to him. Although he was quite shocked seeing the monsters of his world being mentioned here despite their existence not present here.
Silvan shook his head with a faint smile. "Nah, I've got some things to take care of at home."
Silvan sled his bag over his shoulder and headed out.
"Damn you always say that." Samiul shouted
Silvan lifted up his hand waving it while heading out.
" This world really is peaceful"
Silvan braked his bike at the corner, gazing idly at the traffic lights. He has already seen enough of this strange world and its technology of using all kinds of minerals. It intrigued him fast as the depths of this world have ventured even the simplest thing like water was quite shocking.
Just like his past life. There were no families or anything to call off. A lonely life that's repeating itself. Although he did find a companion in this world. Which were books and literacy.
"I should start that book today"he thought.
Just when the red light was about to turn green.A roar echoed throughout the city destroying everything that was made of glass. The ground also started shaking Violently.
Silvan senses tensed up,But he stayed calm outwardly. He fought to maintain his balance on the bicycle. The tremors made steering nearly impossible as cracks began to form in the road.
"Is this an earthquake phenomenon this world has?" He thought but thinking again
"Wasn't this intensity too big?"
Above him, the traffic light swung back and forth on its pole, the bolts holding it in place loosening from the quake.
" It's getting dangerous" he uttered in his mind seeing a big piece of glass crashing down upon a parked car.
Clank!
Silvan peddled forward as the light tore fully loose, plunging straight toward where he had been just moments ago.
Time seemed to slow as silvan watched the mass of metal and glass falling rapidly. He jumped from the bicycle, throwing himself to the ground in an attempt to dodge .
Silvan threw his hands over his head and braced for collision. As if the gesture could protect him from collision.
Crush~
—— ——
Darkness surrounded him. Slowly, his vision returned, and the first thing he saw was a red prism hovering in front of him, with a backdrop of sparkling stars.
Silvan who hadn't fully come to his senses yet, stared at it for a moment before closing his eyes again. " Did I die there?"
" What now?"
The weird prism slowly Disappeared front of him leaving behind red strings that slowly covered him. Before darkness again consumed the surroundings
"What now?" he muttered and looked at his body. His body was just fine, with his clothes intact. His school bag was on his shoulder too.
And then, Surroundings him one after another blue light started blinking and one after another people started appearing, the speed was increasing and increasing until the light blinked so fast Surrounding him. He closed his eyes and covered them with his hand.
Bodies stumbled over each other, some collapsing to the ground, others spinning in place, trying to make sense of their new surroundings. Cries of confusion and fear echoed around Silvan. Who was still calm and was looking down.
" Large scale mass Teleportation..no this surpassed the seventh circle "
Silvan stood up slowly, feeling an familiar and unfamiliar energy coursing through his body. His eyes widened a bit realizing what it was.
" It was Mana!"
He was more taken back seeing not just him but everyone present here started to seem to wield mana. And the density of Mana was increasing rapidly in the environment. Already surpassing the Mana vein Silvan had it in his past life.
"What's happening?" He really couldn't tell or explain what was happening. It wasn't just him.
Around him, the mess only grew more. People collided, screamed, and searched for familiar faces.
"What's happening?" a voice screamed nearby. "Where are we?"
"I was just at work," another cried out, clutching their head.
A man stumbled towards Silvan, eyes wide with terror. "Do you know what's going on?"
He shook his head. " But stay calm. The surroundings Chang..."
His words were cut short When the ground beneath them shifted. The starry expanse wavered, and a massive shadow loomed above them.
Silvan's eyes widened his shock.. he couldn't stay compose anymore. The being he was looking at was the very being responsible for the apocalypse that descended upon his world.
" Z@lther!" Silvan uttered in his mind. He didn't dare to mention that name loudly. But it seems even his mind wasn't secretively enough.
From the mist shurouded figure. Its eyes wide open and gaze down. Silvan involuntarily took a step back, beads of sweat dropping from his forehead. He could feel it, That thing was gazing at him. It looked at him for a moment before looking away.
The figure's presence silenced the crowd. Its eyes glowed with an eerie light, and it spoke with a voice that seemed to reverberate through every soul present.
"Ownership has changed. You all are servents of the Grand being Z@lther "
The silence prevailed as the figure spoke gazing down at them from the sky. No facial features can be seen except for those eyes that looked deeper than the abyss itself.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"Dead? What do you mean, dead?"
"Who is this Z@'thr?"
A woman beside Silvan clutched her head and screamed, "I was just with my children! Where are they?"
A man nearby began to hyperventilate, his eyes darting around frantically. "This can't be real. I was in a meeting just minutes ago!"
"Do you know what's going on?"
Screams and shouts overlapped all over the place. And the chaos again appeared.
" Silence! Those who cause chaos will be eliminated!"
Silvan's heart skipped a beat the moment the invisible force descended upon them. This force was too much to the point it was almost visible in the naked eye.
Many people couldn't handle it and one by one started falling down on the ground lifelessly.
This time Silvan was scared as the old man that was standing beside him also fell down. His eyes rolled over and slowly body turned into ashes. Before slowly disappearing. He couldn't even comprehend what kind of attack that was.
Everyone stayed quiet and those that made even a little bit of sound were mate with the same fate. Their bodies slowly fall down before disappearing turning to ashes. The realization sank in that their lives were truly at stake here, in this surreal and terrifying moment.
" Good now all are Quit." The figure spoke before simultaneously in front of everyone a blue screen hovered. Same for silvan
[World invasion has begun ]
[Treaty of world war at clause of 5 rules have been signed ]
[Analyzing completed.
Class has been selected
Profile has been generated]
Before he could contemplate further, his vision began to darken. As he falls down he can see people surroundings him also started to fall down losing consciousness on the ground.
Bodies stumbled and fell around him as chaos reigned. The hum of mana thickened the air, wrapping the strange starry expanse in a shimmering haze. Cries of confusion and fear echoed endlessly.
A screen hovered before him with storage symbols before they slowly become readable.
[Congratulations you're a dungeon lord now]
[Status window has been generated ]
[Please proceed to choose body parts]
"Dungeon lord? Body parts?"
but Silvan barely registered them. But then something out of place caught his eye.
Through the shifting crowd, someone stood still amidst the panic.
A girl.
Silvan's breath hitched as he recognized her form. Her long, flowing hair, dark as midnight, framed a familiar face. She was wearing a simple yet elegant tunic—something that didn't belong in this world.
"No... that's impossible."
He pushed through the mass of people, his heart racing beating faster and faster.
"nahlia?" he whispered at first, and then louder. "nahlia!"
The girl didn't seem to hear him. She stood with her back to him, staring ahead as though transfixed by something he couldn't see. Silvan's pulse quickened. He had seen that posture before—on the battlefield, when she had cast her final spell.
How could she be here? She had died. He had watched her fall.
Ignoring the chaos around him, Silvan moved closer, his hand reaching toward her shoulder.
But the moment his fingertips brushed the edge of her hair—
The ground beneath him shifted violently.
"No!" he shouted as red light surged around them. The starry sky above fractured again, and waves of mana lashed through the air like a storm.
The girl turned her head slightly, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her face.
Her eyes met his—wide, frightened, and unmistakably hers.
"Nahlia…" he whispered.
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When he opened his eyes again, the world had changed. He was alone once more, standing in the heart of a cave. The blue screen still floated in front of him.
Silvan's hand trembled as he let it fall to his side. His heart quivered in pain and uncountable questioned that's are unanswered.
"She was here...?""
Was it really her? Or was this place toying with him? Perhaps a illusion?
If Nahlia was here, did that mean the others—the ones who had fallen at his side—could be here too? Was this world their afterlife? Or something else entirely?
His mind raced. He could still see their faces—his comrades who had trusted him until the bitter end. They had followed him without question, even when it had led them to their deaths.
And above it all, one name burned in his thoughts like a curse, a dagger of pain that he will never forget.
"Z@lther."
The monster who had destroyed everything he had fought to protect.
Silvan's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms.
He took a slow breath, steadying himself as his heartbeat became calm.
His eyes locked onto the glowing screen in front of him, and for the first time since he had arrived, he no longer felt lost. The pieces of this strange, cruel puzzle had begun to align.
"I don't care if this world is another trap or another chance. If my comrades are here, I'll find them."
His gaze burned with fury as he whispered, "And this time... I will have my revenge"
[ Please proceed to choose body parts. ]
Silvan took a deep breath.Whatever this system was whatever strange fate had brought him here.
"I will surpass you".
" To be continued....