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In a world where only the elite survive, Neyvar is nothing more than a powerless street rat… or so everyone believes.
But when a dormant spark ignites within him, nothing will ever be the same again.
No noble blood. No written fate.
He trains, he grows, and against all logic—he becomes something the world was never meant to witness.

Revive – Rise, fight, dominate.

Undeafeted

When the old man saw that Neyvar agreed to come to Velmora, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright, I'll come with you… but first, who even are you? What's your name? I don't even know you."

The old man paused for a moment, then replied with a mysterious smile,

"Hmm… my name is Zelthor. But for now, that's all you need to know… heheh."

Neyvar looked at him in surprise but decided not to argue.

Zelthor glanced at the alley and said,

"How long do you plan to stand there? Come on, kid, let's go."

"Old man, where are we going now?"

"My name is Zelthor, not old man! Stop asking questions and just follow me."

They continued until they arrived at an old but stylish clothing shop.

"Hey, what are we doing here? Weren't we going to Velnoda?"

"First of all, stupid kid, it's called Velmora, not Velnoda! And second, do you really want to walk in there wearing those filthy rags? You'll ruin my reputation!"

"What? What's wrong with my clothes, damn it? You think you're better than me or something?"

He bought Neyvar a storm-colored robe with a royal yet simple design—something worthy of someone stepping into a new world. After that, he took him to a nearby bathhouse and made sure he was thoroughly cleaned.

Hours later, Neyvar stepped out, clean, fresh, with neatly combed hair and new clothes.

Zelthor looked him up and down and chuckled:

"Ha… now you actually look like a human. Before, you looked more like a beast, I swear."

They continued walking until they arrived at a small but beautiful house. The stone walls, wooden windows, and scent of fresh timber filled the air with peace.

"What? Wait… this is for me? Seriously?"

"Yes. Go on in. There's a maid inside—she'll show you around. Rest for now… because tomorrow, you're going to have a very busy day."

Inside, everything was neat and fresh. From the living room to the kitchen and bedroom, it all felt strangely new to Neyvar. At night, he lay on his bed… but couldn't sleep.

Without hesitation, he got up, stepped into the courtyard, and began:

40 kilometers of running nonstop through the quiet streets

When he returned, he tried to sleep… but again, something in him wouldn't let him.

He sat quietly in a corner, closed his eyes, and began meditating—or at least, he thought he was. But what he was truly doing… was soul purification. Something far deeper.

After three hours of focused energy flowing through his body, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Chapter 5: A New Beginning