Rei Kisaragi had always known his place in the world.
The lowest of the low. A D-rank Awakener, struggling in a society that worshipped strength. Hunters who could shatter mountains and command the natural elements walked over the streets like gods, while those like Rei—weak, useless—were left to die.
He'd have expected betrayal.
He was lying, bleeding in the depths of the Abyssal Gate, staring at his comrades who had left him behind, his so called team used him. Sent him to trigger the dungeon's traps, knowing he was disposable. And when the boss appeared—An Eldritch Reaper, its obsidian scythe shining from the venom it held in—they all ran leaving him to die.
His bones were becoming cold, vision blurred. The world around him darkened.
And a thought came to his mind:
"Maybe this is it…"
Then, the whisper came.
[AWAKENING CONDITION MET.]
A shudder ran through the dungeon. The air got too fast.
And then he saw—A throne, made of black rock with shining symbols on it. Ancient, forgotten, beckoning. Something primordial called him.
[THE SOVEREIGN'S LEGACY HAS CHOSEN YOU.]
Pain exploded in his chest. A blow of energy tore through his veins like something had awakened inside him. The dungeon was shaking. The reaper stumbled backward—not attacking, but bowing.
Then one more time it whispers:
[SOVEREIGN SYSTEM ACTIVATED.]
RANK: S-RANK.
CLASS: MONARCH OF RUIN
ABILITIES UNLOCKED: KING'S AUTHORITY, ABYSS REBIRTH, SOVEREIGN'S DOMINION.
Rei exhaled. And when he opened his eyes, they burned from energy.