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

"N-Neraxis?" Aella's startled voice brought him out of his thoughts as he glanced at the Zarj Encampment.

"What the..." His eyes widened at the sight.

Bodies upon bodies, blood practically spilling like a waterfall.

There weren't any student corpses; however, most of the encampment's residents were killed.

Yet as Neraxis focused on a few faces, his expression soon eased.

The gambling den dealer. He looked to the side. The gamblers, human traffickers. Someone did a wonderful culling.

While the sight was chilling, the people who died certainly deserved it. Therefore, Neraxis proceeded to walk toward a certain building—the only one that had not a single bloodstain on it.

A bar. With the other girls following behind, he soon entered.

Yet the sight that greeted him was a bit strange—Kael was sitting in the middle, slurping down several mugs of alcohol at once.

Back in the Zarj Encampment