ShadowofUmbral

In the world of Aetherion, where magic, spirits, and powerful noble houses dictate fate, a young man from Earth finds himself reborn as Averis Ravenshade, the firstborn of the feared Duke of the North. But there’s a problem—Averis isn’t a hero. He’s a villain, a stepping stone in the tale of a regressed imperial princess destined for greatness.

In his past life, Averis was an ordinary teenager who lost all hope, only to awaken in a world of grandeur and danger. Marked by his silver-white hair and piercing red pupils, he is the heir to one of the empire’s mightiest houses. But with his tragic fate already written, he refuses to be a mere obstacle in someone else’s story.

Armed with knowledge of the future, a mysterious system.

With war looming, demons lurking in the shadows, and power-hungry nobles plotting against him, Azriel must carve his own path in a world where only the strong survive. But as he struggles between revenge and redemption, he must ask himself:

Can a villain truly live again? Or is he doomed to fall once more?

This is the tale of Averis Ravenshade, the villain who refused to die.

Requiem of the Forsaken reborn Villain

Averis gritted his teeth, forcing one foot in front of the other, but it felt like the ground was trying to suck him in. His legs screamed, his lungs burned, and his back ached as if he were dragging a boulder.

Actually… was there a boulder tied to him?

No, just his own two feet—which, at this point, might as well be stone blocks.

Mission: First Day of Hellish Sword Training

→ Survive your first mountain run while wearing 20 kg of weights.

→ Return to Sir Garret within the time limit.

+1 Strength (Congratulations, you are slightly less weak.)

+1 Endurance (Surviving pain makes you stronger.)

1x Intermediate Recovery Potion (For when you inevitably collapse.)

Title: Enduring Chick (You may be weak now, but one day you'll grow… maybe.)

He stared at the screen in mute betrayal.

"Of all the things to call me… A chick?"

["Why do you look like you just got insulted?"]

["Hmph. Even a chick wouldn't be this slow."]

Averis ignored the jab and kept moving.

Each step wobbled like he was walking on a rope bridge during a storm.

The Frost Raven, comfortably perched on his shoulder, sighed dramatically.

["Do you need a cane? Or perhaps a sled? Oh wait, you ARE the sled."]

["No, you hate the mountain. But I understand—your suffering is amusing."]

Averis bit his tongue to stop himself from cursing out the bird.

Averis groaned and turned onto his back, staring at the sky like a dead fish.

Sir Garret loomed over him, arms crossed.

Sir Garret chuckled, then clapped his hands together.

Was training over? Was he getting a day off?

"From now on, you'll always be wearing those weights."

["…You're going to faint, aren't you?"]

Sir Garret poked him with his boot.

Sir Garret sighed, then pulled out a small vial.

Averis forced himself up, grabbed the bottle, and drank it in one gulp.

The high-quality recovery potion surged through his body.

For a moment, he felt alive again.

Sir Garret's voice shattered his relief.

"Oh, by the way—I already informed your other teachers."

"You won't be attending their classes today."

"You should use the day to get used to them."

"And tomorrow, you'll attend all your classes while wearing them."

25: The Weight of Training