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

The moment Neraxis's words fell, the space around them distorted.

Immediately, Evangeline emerged, holding her crimson sword as she proceeded to strike the black-haired man straight in the chest.

He flew backward, impacting a nearby stone structure. However, from the dull sound, it was clear he had somehow managed to negate the damage completely.

"So no peaceful negotiations?" Evangeline asked with a smirk.

"Nope." Neraxis shrugged. "He just wanted to capture me and kill me.. Not a very fun time, if I'm being honest."

"You left me alone again," Ariella said, appearing through the spatial crack she had created. "Do you know how many annoyances I had to deal with?"

"A lot...?" Neraxis tilted his head, avoiding the incoming kick.

He caught her delicate foot and gently twisted her around, now standing face to face.

The Black Haired Swordsman