Awakening: Mage of Oblivion with SSS-Level Infinite Evolution Talent Chapter 1: Betrayal and Transmigration

Pat! Pat! Pat!

The soft rhythm of raindrops echoed across the battlefield, falling from the ash-colored sky like silent tears.

The cold touch of the rain soaked into the cracked soil, mixing with the scattered blood around it.

And there, lying motionless on the muddy ground, was Stark.

His eyes remained open, fixed on the sky above.

Dark clouds rolled across the heavens, heavy and unrelenting, yet Stark’s expression stayed still.

No tears. No screams. Just the quiet, hollow stare of soone who had lost everything.

A few glowing panels hovered above him, flickering like dying embers.

[Your health is in critical condition.]

[The "Judgnt Battlefield" is an instant death zone. You cannot revive.]

The warning was brutal, direct, and final.

Stark read the text but barely reacted. His body was numb, completely severed from pain.

Not by choice. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs for a simple reason: they were gone.

His limbs had been violently cut off, left sowhere behind on the ravaged field of the [Judgnt Battlefield].

And all he could do now was stare into the clouds above, waiting for the end.

Footsteps squished softly through the wet earth.

Voices followed, familiar ones, sharp against the silence.

"Hell yeah," a man laughed, his tone smug and triumphant, "That was perfect. We’re going to be rich."

Stark didn’t bother turning his head to look.

He knew the voice. He knew them both.

"I know, right~?" a woman added with a joyful, singsong tone, "We’ll never have to worry about anything again! This is it. We made it!"

Max and Seren. His best friends. Or rather, the people he thought were his best friends.

Ten years of friendship. Ten years of surviving side-by-side.

Ten years of laughter, hardship, training, and risking their lives in a world that had been torn apart by chaos.

And now, they stood behind him, laughing. Triumphant. While he bled out on the ground.

"We got the artifact," Max said, breathless with excitent, "We’re good."

"To our new lives!" Seren giggled like a schoolgirl, drunk on greed and euphoria, "Let’s go already!"

"What about him?" Max asked casually, like he was pointing at a broken piece of furniture, "Do we... finish him off?"

Stark continued to lie there, still unmoving.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t cry out, didn’t speak.

The pain in his body was distant now. Fading.

Only the weight in his chest remained.

"No need," Seren replied, a cruel smile in her voice, "Look at him. He’s already finished. It’s just a matter of ti before the monsters co and clean it up for us."

And with that, they turned their backs on him.

The light of a portal opened a few feet away, shimring gold and green, its surface rippling like water.

They stepped through it without hesitation, not sparing him another glance.

Then the portal closed. Silence returned.

Stark remained where he was, lying in the rain. Alone.

For a long mont, he said nothing. Just listened to the storm around him.

His mind wandered.

Ten years ago, the world had changed.

A ga called [Eternal Soul], or the [Eternal] ga in short, had descended upon Earth, rging its unnatural rules and beings with the human world.

Earth’s foundation was forever altered.

And a while after its arrival, monsters began spilling into cities, slaughtering people by the thousands.

At first, no one understood what [Eternal Soul] was.

It was like sothing out of a twisted video ga, complete with stats, levels, and power-ups.

And yet, it was real. Too real. Eventually, it was confird.

[Eternal Soul] was an entirely separate dinsion, and only those brave, or desperate, enough to enter it and survive could gain the power needed to fight back.

Stark had been one of them.

Like countless others, he trained, fought, and adapted.

Over ti, humanity learned how to coexist with the dangerous new reality.

People could enter [Eternal Soul] to grow stronger and earn power, which they could use to make a na for themselves in this new civilization.

Stark’s journey, like so many others, began with hope and desperation.

He wanted to fight for survival, to protect what mattered.

And through it all, Max and Seren were there, his partners, his friends, his family.

He trusted them. And that trust had brought him here... to this godforsaken place.

"Heh," he let out, "I was stupid."

[Judgnt Battlefield]

[Description: A hidden realm buried deep within "Eternal Soul".]

[Lives loss rate: Instant Death.]

It was said to be one of the most dangerous places in existence, but rumors whispered that a mythical artifact was buried within: the [Eyes of Oblivion].

They found it.

The journey, the bloodshed, the battles, it all led to that mont.

Stark was the first to grab it in his hands, but as soon as he inspected it, they realized the artifact ca with a cruel limitation.

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[Eyes of Oblivion]

[Rank: Unique]

[Description: The eyes of an ancient god. Can be used by up to two individuals to peer into the truths of the world.]

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Only two. The mont they learned that, Max and Seren turned on him without hesitation.

They didn’t argue or hesitate. They didn’t even feel guilt.

And now, Stark lay broken, betrayed, and discarded.

His HP continued to tick downward, flashing red. Slowly. Inevitably.

He could barely feel the rain anymore.

His blood had soaked into the earth, and the cold had crept into his bones.

This was it. The end.

But then...

Fwish! BOOM!

A sudden gust of wind ripped across the field. Lightning cracked through the clouds above.

Stark’s vision flickered from the burst of light.

The sky... stirred.

Sothing massive began to form above the cloud, sothing with a golden glow that pierced through the gray veil.

And then he saw it. An eye.

A massive, golden eye, wide and unblinking, erged from the sky itself.

Its pupil was vertical, otherworldly, and it looked directly at him.

Stark blinked slowly.

"Oh great," he muttered, almost amused, "Now I’m hallucinating."

The eye didn’t move. It simply watched.

And then...

Ding!

New panels appeared.

[You are about to die. What do you wish to do now?]

[Retry] [Give Up]

Stark stared at the options, mouth slightly open.

"...Seriously?"

The text looked exactly like a ga prompt, but one he had never seen before.

Usually, when you died, you simply revived if you had enough lives.

But this... this was real, wasn’t it?

The giant eye above didn’t speak. It just kept watching him in silence, waiting for a choice.

Stark clenched his jaw. He didn’t know what "Retry" ant.

He didn’t know if this was real, if it was a hallucination, or if he’d already died and this was so kind of post-mortem illusion.

But what he did know was the rage burning inside him.

He had given everything for them. And they had thrown him away like trash.

"I don’t know what kind of retry this is," he said quietly, "but if it ans I can make them feel even a fraction of what I felt..."

He paused, then looked straight at the panel.

"...Then so be it."

[Retry?]

"Yes."

[Very well.]

The golden eye above him closed.

The sky rippled. His vision blurred as a numbing cold washed over him.

His thoughts dissolved into darkness, pulled away from his broken body.

No pain. No fear. Just silence.

And then—

Everything went black. The world disappeared.

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A/N:

Here’s my new novel, it’s another online ga since I really enjoy writing those!

But it will be pretty different from extraction, though still just as good if not better, I promise.

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