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

"Hey you!" A voice startled Neraxis from his thoughts, and as he turned around, he came face to face with a man in chainmail armor, a sword pointed at him.

I'll do what I have to do, he sighed, activating Aura of the Abyss.

Before the man could react, his head was clean off his shoulders. Neraxis grabbed the sword from his hands and quickly evaluated the situation.

He could clearly see the limits of this world—it was just one big playground, with the area spanning around five by five kilometers.

There was no sky either, and the terrain was extremely uneven, making it difficult to maintain his posture.

Nonetheless, Neraxis counted the number of people he could feel—around 1,000, if not slightly more.

Last one standing, huh... He heaved a deep sigh for the final time and moved toward a group of soldiers.

Neraxis swiftly dashed through each one of them, cutting their throats cleanly.

In The Echoes of Battle