Eron_Duskweaver

"In a world where every child awakens a class, he awakened two. Then shattered them both."

In a galaxy governed by awakening ranks—from F to XXR, with X being the peak ever recorded—Arel was destined to fall short. Born to a humble blacksmith and a housewife in a backwater planet forgotten by the stars, his future was set in stone: poverty, ridicule, and silence.

At age twelve, when every child awakens their Class, Arel receives a Saint—an honorable, divine-based class—only to watch it crumble and be replaced by something cursed: Necromancer. In a world where the dead are feared and mental strain from summoning consumes even veterans, Necromancers are discarded, unwanted, dangerous. Especially when they’re human.

But Arel is different. He doesn’t just raise bones—he revives souls. Each minion he summons remembers their past, grows, evolves. And behind this forbidden class lies a System, whispering to him secrets buried in time, rewards within dungeons, and a path toward something ancient—something forgotten.

As chaos brews, dungeons erupt, and unknown races from far galaxies stir, Arel embarks on a journey to uncover the truth behind his father’s silence, his missing mother, and his sister’s mysterious Elf-Psychic hybrid class.

In a universe where even S-rank warriors tremble before Demon Lords of the Abyss, where Dragonkin guard their island realms and empires crumble overnight, Arel doesn’t just plan to survive.

He plans to break the system, forge a new path—and ascend beyond the ranks known to any galaxy.
Even if it means becoming a being the world no longer remembers.
Even if it means becoming... Chaosborn.

Chaosborn: The Dual Awakening

After the incident in the courtyard, a fragile stillness had settled like mist over its walls. Professors moved in hushed tones. Students whispered rumors—some claiming the Reaver was summoned by rebels, others blaming Riven or Lira. No one said her name aloud, as if the world itself feared remembering.

But the Sleepless Ones did not fear.

Riven sat alone in the old spell-forging classroom. Everyone else had cleared out after curfew, but he couldn't sleep. Not since that system message:

[Warning: You are being tracked]

The words haunted him more than any nightmare.

He stared at the half-melted blade in his hand—his own attempt at reforging the class-bound relic he'd found weeks ago. The metal hummed with residual necrotic energy… but now, it pulsed strangely in his grip.

He could feel it—not just in his body, but in the System's silence, in the way mana warped slightly around him. His aura was no longer holy or unholy.

[Alignment Shift Detected. Dual Core Sync: 37%. Status: Instability Present.][Access to Chaosborn Sub-Tree Unlocked]

New Ability Unlocked: [Eclipse Veil] – Mask your presence from tracking skills, detection wards, and System-bound observatories for 33 seconds. Cooldown: 6 hours.]

"Perfect," he muttered. "Now tell me why I need to hide."

Something walked in—and shouldn't have existed.

Outside, near the sealed forest

She stood in a memory not her own—an ancient, sunless forest filled with statues carved from memory itself. Each one bore a name she almost recognized.

She walked past them, barefoot, her hair glowing silver under an unseen moon.

"You were never supposed to wake up."

Back in the classroom

Riven dropped the molten relic and leapt backward, instinct reacting before his thoughts caught up.

The thing standing across from him had no eyes, no mouth—only a stitched mask of black bandages. Limbs bent wrong. It moved without weight, like wind given form.

[Sleepless One Detected – Tier: Unclassified][Threat Level: ???]

He activated Eclipse Veil just as it struck.

The thing passed through him, snarling silently, claws leaving behind a smear of darkness on the air. Riven rolled, grabbed a rusted holy lance from the wall, and lunged—

Only for the creature to vanish mid-swing.

He stood, breathing hard, System pulsing in warning colors.

[Message Received – Codex Authority Seal Broken][To: Chaosborn Candidate Riven Arkan]["You've been marked. We are coming. Protect the girl. Or fall like the rest."]

Elsewhere, in the Demon King's Hall

The Demon King tilted his head. "It touched the boy?"

The Sleepless One nodded once, slow and painful.

The King leaned back, smiling like a corpse given mirth.

"Then it begins."

Final Scene — Lira's Room

Riven burst into her room and found her awake, eyes glowing faintly.

"You saw it too," he said.

She nodded. "They're not from this world."

"No," he said, gripping the hilt of the half-forged blade. "They're from what came before it."

A Knife Beneath the Stars