Ding!
[Eugene Larson’s mories 100% Unlocked]
Blood ran down from my eyes, nostrils, and ears as I slowly opened them. Consuming so much information at once was painful—But necessary.
For the first ti since I arrived in this world, I felt clarity.
Direction.
Understanding my past made the path forward obvious.The present was no longer confusing. The future... mine to decide.
"I was betrayed by my family," I said, a small secret smile creeping across my face. "And I slaughtered all of them. What cri did I commit?"
[You killed your parents, brother, wife, and children. After your execution by the state military, the heavens gave you another chance to right your wrongs—but you repeated the sa sin. Again and again. No matter how many tis you were reborn, you always chose that path.]
Hmph.
I pushed my hair back with my palm. The smile on my face widened into sothing twisted.
Crazed.
The heavens judged harshly. Forced to relive betrayal after betrayal. Forced to choose differently.
But each ti, I chose .
At so point, they changed tactics. They had reborn decades earlier—before I ever t my wife.
Before the betrayal.
Before the tragedy.
Even then, I still killed my parents. Still killed the woman who hadn’t even known yet.No matter how they twisted the narrative, I made sure the ending stayed the sa.
"This is who I am," I chuckled.
Satisfied.
I had committed no sin.
I was a man who gave everything—my career, my blood, my loyalty—to protect my family.
And what did I get in return?
Betrayal.
What did they expect?
That I should spend the rest of my life drowning in regret?
No.
Now I had only one question: Why did the heavens seal my mories?
Were they hoping this world would soften before I rembered the truth?
Was this their sneaky little way of making atone for a sin I never committed?
The truth is simple.
The heavens don’t control mortals. What we possess is Will—and that’s sothing the heavens fear. Sothing they can’t control.So they punish us when our will doesn’t match their plan.
But I knew this wasn’t about justice or repentance.
I’ve walked too many lives.
I’ve seen how they operate.
"God is dead, and the universe is collapsing. The balance has been shattered, and you have been chosen to be the next Gatekeeper... That is your punishnt."
That was what the system told when I ca to this world.
God is dead.
The world is falling apart.
But instead of finding a new god, they chose a Gatekeeper. Since it’s a punishnt, doesn’t that an the Gatekeeper role isn’t sothing to be admired?
I narrowed my eyes.
"What is a Gatekeeper?" I muttered, rubbing my chin.
"Is it sothing I should be working toward? Sothing I should want?"
Funny. I had never thought about it. Not until now. And in all this ti, the system had stayed quiet, like a child caught stealing candy.
I smirked.
"I know what to do now."
My gaze shifted to the glowing cluster of ssages I’d been ignoring since waking up.
> [Subtask completed]
[ 50 EXP]
> [Na] Adam Black
[Level] 2
[Race] Human
[Talent] Gatekeeper
[Talent Tier] SSS-Tier
[Stats]
Strength: 3
Speed: 3
Vitality: 4
Intelligence: 10
[Health Points] 10/40
[Energy Points] 10/20
[Experience Points] 50
[Skill]
Na: Door
Tier: C
Cost: 1
Proficiency: 15%
Technique: Door Post
The last battle had taken its toll and for what?
Fifty experience points?
Still... seeing my intelligence stat jump to ten after regaining my mories?
Now I understand. They wanted to keep stupid.
"Fuck the heavens."
I placed the cigarette between my lips and took another long drag.
The door suddenly swung open, but I didn’t rush to check. I kept staring at the full moon and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Ooh?" Pala’s voice rang with playful mischief. "Didn’t think sassy girls were your type."
I imdiately understood what she ant.
My eyes shifted to Natasha, snoring beneath the sheets, then returned to Pala.
"When I finally get laid, you’ll be the first to know," I said dryly. "For now, I’m still a virgin. I’m sure you’ve done your research on ."
Pala flinched at my words.
Maybe it was my tone.
Maybe the look in my eyes.
Either way, I could tell she was spooked.
"Are you okay?" she asked, worried. "You have blood all over your face."
"Oh..."
I’d been too focused on deciphering the system’s intentions.
I forgot how badly I got wrecked regaining my mories.
"It’s nothing." I wiped my face with the edge of the curtain.
When I finished, I stepped back and stared at the bloodstained fabric.
Expensive. Probably custom-made.
I wondered how the Lord would react to this when he returned.
"So..." I took another drag of my cigarette. "Is this how the governnt trains its future talents? Kill half, then hope the traumatized survivors find strength through shared tragedy?"
I walked three steps back and sat on the window ledge.
"I’m all ears."
Pala’s frown deepened. As expected, she didn’t answer right away. She stepped beside , gazing out the window at the moon. I could feel her glance shifting from the sky to , but I didn’t look at her.
I exhaled a thick plu of smoke. Then, silence.
Finally, she spoke.
"Talents evolve," Pala said in a heavy voice. "So ratings don’t matter. What matters is capability—physically, ntally, emotionally. That’s what we look at."
For a mont, I almost believed she hated what happened today.
"On this expedition, we’ll lose more than half," she continued. "But the next trip will cost fewer lives. Our job is to observe—find talents worth investing in. They get resources. The rest are discarded."
I stayed silent, occasionally nodding. She kept sneaking glances at , probably trying to gauge my reaction.
"Quality over quantity," I muttered.
She nodded.
But sothing didn’t add up.
"If Limitless are the only ones who can fight these monsters," I said slowly, "isn’t it foolish to cut our numbers?"
Pala smiled—like she’d been waiting for that question.
"That would be true... if that were the case."
"It’s not?" I raised a brow.
"Partially," she said. "It’s classified. I can’t say more until you’re part of the system."
I let out a long breath.
My brows tightened as I processed her words. Then I turned to face her.
"You’ve taken a special interest in . I doubt you explain this much to every student. What do you want?"
Pala didn’t flinch.
"Isn’t it obvious?" she smirked. "You have the mind and skill to climb fast. I’m just earning favors early—so I benefit from your success."
Disgustingly honest.
So blunt it bordered on rude.
But I didn’t take it personally. I had a feeling her talent played a role in how she spoke.
"I see. That makes sense," I said, almost absently, then stood up.
Pala instinctively stepped back. I approached, towering over her small fra. We locked eyes and our faces stood just inches apart.
"Since you’re officially my benefactor," I said calmly, "I want to know everything you know about this place. And what you plan to do next."
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