Solo Leveling: The Sparda Heir
Chapter 1: Rebirth of the Demon Swordsman
A Fateful End
Pain. That was the last thing he remembered.
One second, he had been walking home, earbuds in, mindlessly humming to some anime opening. The next, a massive truck sped through a red light, heading straight for him. He didn't even have time to curse before everything turned black.
Then, nothing.
Well, that's what he thought until he opened his eyes again.
What greeted him wasn't the pavement or the cold embrace of death, but an empty, white spaceāvast, endless, and terrifying in its silence.
Then, he heard it.
A deep, godly voice echoing through the void.
"My deepest apologies, young one."
He turned sharply. No one was there. But the presence was overwhelming, as if the universe itself was speaking to him.
"Your deathā¦ was a mistake on my part."
"ā¦Excuse me?" he said, dumbfounded.
"I was adjusting the threads of fate, and you got caught in the distortion. A tragedy, really. But worry not. As compensation, I shall grant you two wishes before reincarnating you into another world."
The manāno, the former humanāstared in disbelief. He had read enough web novels to know where this was going.
Instead of panicking, he exhaled and smirked. "Fine. I have my wishes ready."
"Oh? You're not even going to take your time?"
"There's no need." His eyes burned with determination. "First, I want to be Vergil Sparda. But not just any VergilāI want to be a full-blooded Sparda."
A moment of silence.
"ā¦Are you certain?"
"Yes. Including Yamato. I want everything amplified beyond human comprehension."
"Very well."
A golden light shimmered in the void. He could feel his very soul being reconstructed, reforged into something far beyond humanity.
The power of the Sparda bloodline surged within him, rewriting his existence itself. He could feel itāhis body, his mind, his instinctsāall elevating into something godlike.
But he wasn't done.
"For my second wishā¦" His smirk widened. "I want my affinity for space.
This time, even the god hesitated.
"ā¦You truly wish to control space at such an absurd level?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"ā¦Very well. But know this: the balance of the world will tremble because of your existence."
The man simply chuckled. "Let it."
Then, darkness consumed him.
Rebirth in a New World
The next time he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital.
He was a baby. Again.
But not just any baby.
He was Go Gun-Hee's son.
Twenty Years Later
South Korea. Seoul.
A young man stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper, gazing down at the bustling city below.
His silver hair swayed in the wind, a sharp contrast to his piercing blue eyes. His physique was lean yet defined, exuding an aura of overwhelming power hidden beneath the surface. His face was stoic, unreadable, like a blade sharpened to perfection.
His name?
Go Tetsuya.
The eldest son of Go Gun-Hee, the Chairman of the Korean Hunters' Association.
But no one knew the truth.
Not about his past life.
Not about his wishes.
And definitely not about the monstrous power coursing through his veins.
For twenty years, he had lived in this world, blending in, training, learning.
No one had ever seen him fight. No one had ever seen him unleash his true strength.
Because if they did, the very fabric of reality would break.
He raised his right hand.
With just a thought, space itself trembled.
The air distorted. The sky warped. The very laws of physics bowed before his will.
Thisā¦ was his absolute dominion.
Yamato, the legendary blade of space, rested at his waist, its power far beyond what any being in this world could comprehend.
Four years.
That was how long he had until the world changed. Until Sung Jin-Woo awakened as the Player.
Go Gun smirked.
This time, he wouldn't just be a spectator.
He would carve his own legend into this world.
And if the Monarchs or Rulers dared to stand in his way?
Then he would show them the true meaning of power.
To Be Continuedā¦