When I started seeing again, I saw myself in the middle of sothing... fucking my wife!?
This ti I was sure—absolutely sure—sothing was wrong. Seriously wrong.
First, I saw myself back in ti, when I was just a baby. Now I'm seeing myself here, in my own ho, monts before my brother ca to kill and my wife. This is just too much. What the hell is happening!?
Then I heard it—chi!—the sound of the bell downstairs.
A wave of dread washed over . The sa bell from my last life. The sa sound before everything fell apart. And just like before, none of my workers were around. Not a single soul. They just... disappeared. No explanations, nothing.
I started questioning everything. What's wrong with this tiline? What's happening to ?
My wife went to check what was going on downstairs, while I stood frozen, trying to understand how to explain everything I was feeling—except I couldn't. Not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't even know where to begin.
Then it happened. Odin was let into the house—my own house—alongside the others... the Soulers. The fucking Fourteen Miscreants. One of the strongest forces in the empire. Ruthless. Wild. Their fighting style earned them their na.
Before I could even act, before I could stop it—my wife was killed.
She was killed right in front of . By my own brother.
My world froze.
If I had known this would happen... If I had known...
Anger unlike anything I had ever felt before welled up inside .
"No! No! NO!!! It shouldn't have happened this way!" I scread in my mind, tears of fury burning in my soul. "This isn't how it's supposed to go! Even with all my mories, even with my past life's knowledge—how can I be this foolish!?"
Rage took over.
I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about my life or consequences.
All I wanted... was to kill Odin.
Even if it cost everything.
Harnessing the power of my beast souls, I exploded forward with frightening speed. I slamd my fist into Odin's chest with the full force of my rank.
BOOM!
He was sent flying, smashing through the wall like a cannonball. His body crashed through layer after layer of solid material. The walls were thick—reinforced with mana—but Odin's body tore through it like wet paper. That's how powerful we've beco in this world.
But that bastard... he stood back up.
And he laughed. That psycho actually laughed.
His laughter was maddening—loud, ugly, hysterical.
My blood boiled.
I ignored everything else and charged at him again. The Fourteen Miscreants? I didn't care.
"Tsk..." Odin clicked his tongue, as if bored, like this was nothing.
And then... the Soulers moved.
Their fingers lit up. I knew what was coming.
They began condensing light—raw destructive energy—at their fingertips.
The sa technique they used to kill my wife.
One by one, they raised their hands and aid their glowing fingers at .
Swish!
They fired.
I couldn't dodge.
BOOM!
"Aaaargh!!!" I scread. The pain was unbearable. It tore through every fiber of my being.
But worse than the pain was the betrayal—the fact that the one who did this to ... was my own brother. Not by blood, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Then everything went dark.
'What the...?'
I was still conscious. I could feel pain—unimaginable pain—but I had no body. My senses were severed. I was... nothing. But I was still .
And then my thoughts drifted back.
Back to Scarlett Fox.
That was when everything started falling apart. I was sure I died in her hands, but I never saw it happen. It made sense though—she's a Soul-type Souler. Soul attacks are intangible, unseen. Nothing physical. Sothing I couldn't understand at the ti.
It all started making sense.
'Wait... what if it's not death? What if it's illusion? What if she trapped inside an illusion this entire ti using her beast soul?'
The thought hit hard.
'What if everything—my regression, my wife's death, Odin—was a fucking illusion?'
Yes. Yes, it made sense!
That's it. She's using her beast soul, an illusion-type beast soul, to ss with . To twist my emotions, my mind. To break .
And just as I reached that conclusion...
CRACK!
The darkness shattered like glass, scattering into tiny fragnts around . I gasped.
'I was right! It was all an illusion! I didn't die! My wife didn't die! She's still with that unknown God!'
The realization flooded with relief.
Then I felt it—my body. I could feel again.
'I'm alive!' I almost scread from joy.
If I'm alive... then I still have a chance.
A chance to fight.
A chance for revenge.
Just then, dizziness hit like a hamr. My eyelids grew heavy.
I opened my eyes slowly, forcing myself to remain awake.
And what I saw?
My hands—cuffed. I was bound. Sitting right before the Seven Top Bounty Hunters.
'What the hell!!!?'
I scread in my mind. This was bad. Real bad.
Of course they captured . It made sense—they must've beaten while I was trapped in the illusion.
"Fuck you! Motherfuckers!!!" I roared, yanking at the cuffs with all my strength—only to realize...
My soul energy was gone.
'Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!' I cursed wildly in my mind, struggling against the cuffs, refusing to give up.
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[Back to when! Deus grants power to Lancelot and sends him to fight the Bounty Hunters]
Deus, the God of Souls, stood still as Lancelot walked out of the dimly lit chamber.
The mont the door shut, Deus lifted his gaze—his eyes cutting through the ceiling like it didn't exist. He wasn't just looking up. He was seeing sothing.
Sothing no mortal could see.
His cold voice echoed. "If you're done watching, you can co out now."
He had sensed it earlier. A low-ranking God was spying on him.
'Zeus... So, you've finally realized I'm still alive. You sensed my divine aura, didn't you?' he thought to himself. 'You always were nosy. But you underestimate , fool. I am the Sovereign of Souls. Dying isn't even a possibility... not for soone like .'
He clenched his tiny baby fists. This body was weak—frail. A shell. He needed ti to grow it. To strengthen it. Before Zeus made his move.
A laugh echoed around the room.
"Hahaha! As expected of the Legendary God of Souls!"
An old man floated in—his white beard and robe glowing faintly, as if his body was made of divine mist. He looked like one of those ancient cultivators from myths. Wise. Powerful. Untouchable.
But Deus wasn't fooled.
The laughter? A mask.
This man wasn't here to chat. He ca with a ssage... from Zeus.
"What did he say?" Deus asked, voice flat and emotionless, his baby face unreadable.
But the old god ignored him.
He kept talking.
"The gods and angels admire you. But you made a mistake... You made Zeus your enemy. Tell —how does it feel to be weak!?"
His voice was taunting. Provoking.
"You're weakened. Your strength? A re shadow of what it once was. Millions of tis lower."
Deus's fingers twitched. He didn't know this god's na. Didn't know his specialty.
But he was very close to losing patience. He let the old man rant—for now. But one wrong move... and this fool would beco nothing more than a mory.
Because Deus never forgets. And he never forgives.
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