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In a world where reality and fantasy collide, Valen awakens to find himself reincarnated into the very game he once played—a realm filled with treachery, magic, and endless possibilities. 

Once a feared mid-boss, known for his tragic misfortunes and cruelty, Valen now has a second chance at life. But this time, he is determined to rewrite his fate.

As the newly transformed pure-blooded vampire and head of his family, Valen grapples with his legacy while navigating a dangerous world where powerful mages can shatter mountains with a flick of their wrist. Armed with a unique skill set that includes blood control and nobility, he struggles against the tide of betrayal that has haunted him. Every ally is a potential traitor, and every enemy may hold the key to his survival.

When Valen discovers ancient divine artifacts capable of enhancing his powers and granting new abilities, he seizes the opportunity to create a sub-race that can absorb mana, growing stronger with each passing moment. With his newfound powers, Valen seeks not only vengeance against those who wronged him but also a path to unimagined strength.

Yet, lurking in the shadows is an enemy empire, nothing more than a puppet in a greater game. As Valen uncovers the strings that bind it, he must decide: will he join their ranks to gain influence and power, or will he forge his own destiny, challenging the forces that threaten his existence?

Reborn as the Mid-Boss is a gripping tale of strategy, loyalty, and the dark allure of power, where one man's journey through a treacherous world will determine not just his fate, but the fate of an entire realm. Will Valen rise from the ashes of his past, or will history repeat itself in this unforgiving game of survival?

Reborn as the Mid Boss

That night, Valen couldn't sleep. His thoughts churned, and his mind was plagued by memories—memories of the game, of the countless times he had been betrayed, defeated, and left to die. The faces of his former disciples flashed before him, their smirking expressions as they turned against him, their blades sinking into his back.

He had relived those moments over and over again, but this was different. This was real. Every breath, every heartbeat reminded him that this wasn't just a game anymore.

Valen sat up in bed, his eyes scanning the darkened room. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. The shadows seemed to shift, moving ever so slightly in the corners of his vision.

And then he heard it—a soft, almost imperceptible whisper.

He froze, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger under his pillow. His heart pounded in his chest, but outwardly, he remained composed, his face a mask of calm.

The whisper came again, closer this time. "Valen..."

He turned slowly, his eyes scanning the room, searching for the source of the voice. And then he saw it—a figure standing in the shadows by the window. It was faint, barely visible in the moonlight, but it was there. Watching him.

"Who are you?" Valen demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The figure didn't move, but the whisper echoed again, filling the room. "Do you not recognize me?"

Valen's blood ran cold. The voice—it was familiar. Too familiar.

The figure stepped forward, and Valen's breath caught in his throat as the light revealed its face.

It was him. Himself. The version of Valen that had existed in the game—the cruel, emotionless mid-boss who had been slain time and time again by players. His doppelgänger stood before him, eyes gleaming with malice.

"You cannot escape your fate," the doppelgänger whispered, a cruel smile twisting its lips. "No matter how many times you rewrite the story, the ending will always be the same. You are destined to fall."

Valen gripped the dagger tightly, his mind racing. This couldn't be real. It had to be a trick, an illusion, perhaps some form of magic. But the figure's presence felt all too real, its voice echoing with the weight of every defeat he had suffered.

"I am not the same as before," Valen said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "I will not fall."

The doppelgänger chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down Valen's spine. "We shall see. But remember, Valen... the world is watching. And it loves nothing more than to see a villain fall."

With that, the figure dissolved into the shadows, leaving Valen alone in the silence of his chamber. But the words lingered, echoing in his mind long after the figure had vanished.

Valen sat there for what felt like hours, staring into the darkness. His heart still raced, and the weight of everything pressed down on him. The Serathin Empire, Gareth, Lucian, the whispers of betrayal—it was all closing in.

But one thing was certain. He would not fall again.

Chapter 8: Echoes of the Past