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"Rebirth of the Black Reaper: The Harem of the Sealed Powers"

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Leon knows only one truth—strength decides everything. As a mercenary with no family name, no noble bloodline, and no divine blessing, he has carved his own path with nothing but his sword. Orphaned and raised by humble villagers, Leon's life takes a drastic turn when a routine job leads him into an ancient ruin. There, he awakens a mysterious power hidden deep within him—a power that should not exist. With fragments of forgotten memories surfacing and enemies appearing in the shadows, Leon embarks on a journey to uncover the truth of his past. Along the way, he encounters powerful women bound to his destiny, each holding a key to his lost strength. But in a world ruled by gods and tyrants, will Leon rise as a savior, or will he become the nightmare they all fear? His past is a mystery. His future is unwritten. All he knows is one thing—he will never kneel to anyone. The Black Reaper has returned.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Haahh…

Wh…Where… am… I?

H…How did I get to this place…?

Why… don't I remember…?

W…Why is my head… pounding…?

Leon groaned, his body aching as though he had been crushed beneath a mountain. His breath came in ragged gasps, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of something ancient—something forgotten.

He tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy, as if bound by invisible chains. His fingers twitched as they brushed against the cold, jagged stone beneath him. His vision blurred, shapes and shadows blending together before slowly coming into focus.

What… is this place?

His mind was foggy, his thoughts a chaotic storm of fragmented memories. Just moments ago—no, he was sure of it—he had been in battle.

Swords clashed. Blood spilled. His village—his home—was burning.

He had been fighting. Fighting to protect them.

Then… darkness.

And now… this.

Is this an illusion?

Or… something worse?

His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he forced himself upright, his muscles protesting every movement. His breaths came slow and shallow as he scanned his surroundings.

Ruins.

Crumbled stone walls, shattered pillars, and broken remains of what might have once been a grand structure, now lost to time. The ground was littered with debris—pieces of statues, fractured carvings, and remnants of an era long past.

The air was unnervingly still.

No sound of battle. No cries of the dying. Not even the whisper of the wind.

Leon swallowed hard, unease settling deep in his gut.

This place… it felt eerily familiar.

But how?

He had never set foot in these ruins before. And yet, a strange, unshakable feeling tugged at him—a whisper in the back of his mind, an ache deep in his chest.

A memory he could not grasp.

Why… do I feel like I have forgotten something important?

His fingers curled into fists as he tried to push back the growing panic inside him. He needed answers. He needed to find someone—anyone.

Yet he was alone.

Alone in a place that felt like it had been waiting for him.

His gaze shifted toward the center of the ruins, where something gleamed faintly in the dim light. His breath hitched at the sight.

A pool of water.

But not just any water.

It was unnaturally clear, glowing softly like liquid starlight. At its center, a spire of shimmering water rose, untouched by dust, untouched by time.

Something about it called to him.

Leon's body moved before his mind could process it, his legs unsteady as he stepped forward, drawn toward the glowing spire.

The closer he got, the stronger the feeling became.

A pull. A whisper.

A presence.

He knelt before the pool, peering into its depths. The surface was still, untouched, as if waiting for him to disturb its silence.

Then—

His breath caught in his throat.

A figure stared back at him.

But it wasn't just a reflection.

The man in the water was him.

Yet… it wasn't.

The reflection was covered in blood, his long dark hair clinging to his pale face. His armor—black as the void—was cracked and shattered, deep gashes marking his skin. But it wasn't the wounds that sent a chill down Leon's spine.

It was the eyes.

Cold, piercing. Filled with a fury that burned like an unquenchable fire.

Leon's body stiffened. A tremor ran through him as he stumbled back, his breath coming fast and uneven.

W…What?

H…How?

Who… was he?

Why… did the reflection feel so familiar?

Then, the whisper returned.

Soft. Faint.

"Remember."

A sharp pain exploded in Leon's head.

Visions.

Flashes of light.

A battlefield, drenched in crimson.

A woman's voice—soft, sorrowful.

"Leon… I'm sorry."

A blade piercing his chest.

A hand reaching out.

A kiss—filled with love.

Then… betrayal.

Leon gasped as the visions slammed into him, his body convulsing from the force of memories that weren't his—yet belonged to him. He clutched his head, a strangled cry escaping his lips as the pain threatened to consume him.

And then—silence.

His breathing was ragged, his hands trembling as he slowly lifted his head. The reflection in the water was gone. Only his own shaken expression stared back at him.

His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms.

What… was that?

Who was she?

And why… did it hurt so much?

He had been betrayed.

And he had died.

Then why was he here now?

His heart pounded in his chest, confusion and fury warring inside him. But before he could process it further, the whisper returned—louder this time.

"The answers you seek lie beneath the water."

Leon swallowed hard, his body frozen in place. His instincts screamed at him to turn away.

To leave this place.

To forget.

But he couldn't.

Something deep inside him refused to let go.

This wasn't just a memory.

It was a truth waiting to be reclaimed.

With a deep breath, he stepped forward once more. His fingers hovered above the glowing surface.

Then—he plunged his hand into the water.

The moment his skin touched the liquid, power surged through him like a wildfire.

Leon's eyes widened as an overwhelming force rushed through his veins, igniting something deep within his very soul. His body jerked as more visions filled his mind—clearer this time.

A throne room bathed in moonlight.

A woman with silver hair and golden eyes, gazing at him with love and sorrow.

"You are not forgotten, Leon."

A battlefield.

A kingdom in flames.

The sound of his own voice—furious, broken.

"You swore your loyalty… and yet you betrayed me."

Then—pain.

His own scream.

And darkness.

Leon's body trembled violently as his vision snapped back to reality. His breaths were ragged, his chest rising and falling with rapid intensity.

But something was different.

He could feel it.

His power—long buried, long sealed—was awakening.

The ruins trembled beneath his feet as energy crackled around him, wrapping around his body like chains breaking free. His mind was still clouded, his memories fragmented, but one thing was certain.

This was just the beginning.

Leon clenched his fists, his eyes glowing faintly with the remnants of the power that had surged through him.

He didn't know who had sealed his strength.

He didn't know who had betrayed him.

But he would find out.

And when he did—

The world would remember the name of the Black Reaper once more.