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

The night over the Academy hung heavy, darker than usual. Clouds blanketed the sky like mourning veils, obscuring moon and stars. Lanterns flickered along the walkways, casting faint golden halos that barely pushed back the creeping gloom.

Inside the infirmary, Riven sat beside Lira's bed. Her breathing had stabilized, but she hadn't stirred since the encounter with the Abyssal Reaver. His knuckles were white from how tightly he gripped the edge of his chair.

Doctor Yareth moved silently through the room, checking on her every few minutes."She's fine physically. But… her mind walked paths no child should ever tread."

Riven nodded, though the words didn't ease the ache in his chest.

It was Kael. The Spellblade's left arm was bandaged, his usually sharp eyes shadowed with worry.

"They're summoning you," he said. "The Council wants answers."

Riven stood. "They can wait. My sister—"

"They'll brand her an anomaly if you don't go," Kael interrupted. "You need to defend her, Riven. Now."

The walk to the Central Chamber of the Academy Council felt longer than usual. Every step echoed. Every whisper behind closed doors felt louder. When he entered, silence fell like a blade.

The Council's chamber was a circular room layered with enchantments. Twelve seats surrounded a floating dais, and tonight, all twelve were filled. The veiled figures from earlier now sat in stony silence, the air thick with expectation.

"Name," one asked, though they all knew it.

One of the Council members tilted their head. "She is not registered. Her awakening doesn't conform to any known class protocols. She displays behavior consistent with pre-First Code remnants."

"I don't care what she is to you," Riven said, voice low. "She's a child who protected this Academy when none of you lifted a finger."

A murmur passed between the Council.

Another spoke, older and colder. "There are only two beings in recorded history who ever altered code mid-manifestation. One was sealed beyond the Rift. The other became the first Sovereign."

"She's not either of those," Riven said.

"I don't know," he admitted. "But I know she's my sister. And I'll stand between her and anyone who calls her a threat."

[System Update: Provisional Status Applied – Guardian of the Forgotten][System Warning: Access Level Breach. Protocol Overridden.][You have gained Authority: Lira's Bond (Unique Passive)]

The Council fell into silence once more.

Finally, the Headmaster, who had remained silent until now, stood. "Riven will bear responsibility for her actions. She stays in the Academy. Under watch, but not in chains."

It was a victory. Small. Fragile. But it was enough.

Far from the Academy, in the Eastern Gravefront beneath twisted roots and the remains of old wars, the Sleepless Ones stirred. Seven coffins bound in black chains cracked open.

A voice soaked in malice echoed through the caverns, ancient and cruel.

"She woke the Echo. Find her. Claim the remnant."

The Sleepless did not walk—they glided, shadows given hunger and form. Their destination was clear.

Back in the Academy infirmary, the candlelight flickered. Lira's eyes fluttered open. She sat up slowly, her fingers twitching.

Her reflection in the glass shimmered. One eye glowed faintly gold, the other a void-like violet.

"They will come for you. They always come for what they do not understand."

She whispered back, "Then I'll make them understand."

Outside, the wind howled, carrying with it the scent of ash.

And in a realm between thoughts and time, an ancient eye blinked open.

Shadows and Starlight