Grimoire: Reincarnated as a Divine-Knight
The world trembled beneath an endless sky of deep crimson and swirling storm clouds. It was a world on the edge, where the line between myth and reality had long been erased. The beasts of legend roamed freely, their monstrous forms an ever-present threat to humankind. Dragons, wyverns, and enormous serpents whose scales gleamed like metal, stalked the ruins of ancient cities. Monsters with eyes that burned with malevolent intent and claws that could tear through steel had grown so common, they were but a part of the landscape. Yet, in the chaos, humanity had adapted.
Superhumans, known as the Awakened, had risen from the ashes. They had tapped into strange powers—gifts that mirrored the forces of nature itself, as if the universe had recognized that to survive in such a violent world, the human spirit needed to evolve. But those powers came with their price. The Awakened were gifted with strength, speed, and skills far beyond mortal reach, but the dangers they faced were no less perilous.
In this world, every being was given a Class—a title and a role—by the mysterious system known only as The Grimoire. Those chosen by the system gained new abilities that enhanced their natural gifts. A blacksmith might awaken as a Forge Master, able to bend steel with their bare hands. A scholar could become a Seer, able to glimpse the future. Every person had a path, and the strongest of them wielded magic, summoning fire, lightning, or even the power of the earth itself.
But for every hero, there were monsters—creatures that tore through villages, slaughtering without mercy. For every awakened champion, there were those who had fallen to the dark side of their powers. And it was in this era, with the world teetering on the brink of war, that he awoke.
A sharp, burning pain erupted in his chest as if his body was being pulled in two. It felt like every cell in his body was being stretched, torn, and rewritten. The last thing he remembered was darkness—utter, all-consuming darkness. Then, the world flooded in.
The sounds of an explosion echoed in his mind—loud, like the roar of thunder. He gasped, forcing air into his lungs as the sensation of falling overwhelmed him. His eyes snapped open, and he immediately regretted it. The light of a distant, molten sun burned into his retinas, blinding him for a moment.
His body, too, felt wrong—light, but heavy. There was a disconnect between his mind and the way his body moved. The ground beneath him trembled, but he couldn't quite place it. His fingers twitched and clenched involuntarily, as if they had a mind of their own.
"Where... am I?" he whispered hoarsely, staring at the sky—a sky the color of blood.
His heart raced as memories—or fragments of them—began to resurface. A life in a different world. A life filled with technology, skyscrapers, and quiet streets. That life was now gone. He couldn’t even remember his own name. His hands, once smooth, were calloused now—rough and thick with muscle. His body felt stronger, faster, but also... unfamiliar. This wasn’t his body.
The Grimoire had chosen him, or had it? Was it all just a dream, a transition between lives? He couldn't tell. What he knew was this: he had been brought into a world where everything had been turned upside down. Where monsters ruled, and the weak were devoured. And most importantly, he had been reincarnated as someone... something... new.
Before he could think further, a deep growl rumbled through the ground. He stiffened, instincts kicking in as he looked around, searching for the source. A massive figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with a terrifying, predatory gleam.
It was a beast—towering, with black scales that shimmered like obsidian. Its wings spread wide, blocking out the sun, and its fangs dripped with venomous saliva. It looked like something out of a nightmare.
His heart slammed against his chest. Fear should have taken hold of him, but instead, there was a strange calm. His body moved bef
