Lukas142

--WSA 2025 ENTRY--

Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text:

[Task Failed Successfully!]

[Rating Generated: SSS-Rank]

"The hell does that even mean?" he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange.

Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back.

The only girl he loved stood behind him.

She betrayed him.

The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt.

"You..." he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life.  
 
But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death.  

However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges.

"Not again... With this chance I will end you all" Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning.

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Disclaimer: MC is not instantly going to be a villain, as his background is that of a hero. The switch will be gradual in accordance with the events that happen along the way. Some snippets of such events have already been teased :)
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The SSS Ranked Villain's Return

"Do you really want to go up there to take a single peek? Is it safe?" Aella's worried voice rang out as she nearly tripped on the ice below.

"...For the most part, just don't fall."

The two were climbing to the top of the mountain, solely because Neraxis wanted to better estimate when the rift would break. For that, he needed more information.

If it was close to breaking, then anomalies would be everywhere, like a distorted environment or even a massive amount of mana, which he should feel even now.

It was dangerous, sure, but if the rift was about to break, being unprepared would be worse. He needed to confirm it firsthand—and if there were boons to claim, all the better.

Nonetheless, they were nearly there, a small walkway appeared, resembling an edge they could climb.

It was simple for Neraxis to hold on, since he was used to fighting on ice, but as for Aella, it looked like she would trip and fall.

Atop The Mountain