Darkness faded, replaced by a soft white glow. Slowly, the world around him materialized.
A massive, futuristic interface stretched out before him, hovering in mid-air like a high-tech projection. It was sleek, semi-transparent, and pulsing faintly with neon-blue lines of energy. A faint, rhythmic beep played in the background.
At the very top of the screen, glowing letters ford words:
[WELCO TO ELYSIUM]
[CHARACTER CREATION NU]
A lone young man stood before the screen. His sharp, dark eyes narrowed slightly as he took it all in. His na was Kieran Vale, and unlike most first-tirs, he wasn't new to this world.
In another life, he had already played Elysium.
And he had died in it.
But now… he was back.
A regressor.
The mories of his past life hit him in a flash—grueling battles, betrayals, endless grinding, and the cruel reality of the ga's broken balance. He had struggled, clawed his way through countless hardships, only to fail in the end.
But this ti… he had a chance to do things right.
Kieran exhaled slowly, steadying himself. He turned his attention back to the interface.
A long list of customization options appeared before him:
[ENTER NA]
[CHARACTER NA]
[APPEARANCE]
[RACE]
[CLASS]
[ABILITIES]
[ATTRIBUTES]
His gaze landed on the [NA] section first. Without hesitation, he typed in his real na:
Kieran Vale.
Then, under [CHARACTER NA], he smirked and entered a familiar alias. The na he had been feared by in his past life:
Ragnar.
[CONFIRD.]
The screen flickered, shifting to the [APPEARANCE] nu.
A glowing mannequin-like model of himself floated in front of him, displaying his default look. It was plain—average black hair, dark eyes, athletic but not overly built.
"Customization is still as crazy as ever…" he muttered.
The ga allowed full-body modifications. He could adjust height, muscle mass, facial features—everything. But Kieran knew better than to get carried away. So players wasted hours making themselves look cool, only to regret it when their oversized weapons didn't match their build.
He made small tweaks—slightly sharper features, lean muscle definition, and a cold, calculating gaze that suited his role.
Next—[RACE SELECTION].
Kieran's finger hovered over the nu. This was where most players either made or ruined their playthrough. Elysium had countless races, each with unique perks and drawbacks.
A massive grid of glowing icons appeared in front of him, displaying options:
[HUMAN] – Balanced stats, adaptable but average.
[ELF] – High agility and mana, but frail.
[DWARF] – Tough and strong, but slow.
[DEMONKIN] – High attack power, but weak to holy magic.
[DRACONIAN] – Strong, but high evolution cost.
[CELESTIAL] – Imnse magic power, but hard to level.
[BEASTKIN] – Agile, but racial skills are luck-based.
He had played as a Human before—safe, balanced, but unimpressive.
But then, sothing caught his eye.
At the very bottom of the list, glowing faintly in red:
[CUSTOM RACE – UNLOCKED]
Kieran's breath hitched.
"Wait… this wasn't here before."
He tapped it. Instantly, a new interface unfolded, displaying [CREATE YOUR OWN RACE] in bold letters.
Options appeared:
[Base Physiology] – Humanoid, Beast, Elental, etc.
[Racial Traits] – Strength, Speed, Intelligence, etc.
[Unique Abilities] – Passive and Active skills.
Kieran's mind raced. A custom race? That ant he could design his own strengths while minimizing weaknesses. The potential was limitless.
He quickly began selecting:
[Base Physiology] – Humanoid. (Retaining a human-like form for equipnt compatibility.)
[Racial Traits] – Enhanced physical abilities, high mana affinity, rapid regeneration.
[Unique Abilities] –
[Tibreaker] – Slight resistance to ti-based effects.
[Adaptive Evolution] – Gains small boosts depending on combat experience.
[Regressor's mory] – Rembers past life skills more easily.
His fingers trembled slightly. This… this is broken.
Kieran hit [CONFIRM], and the screen shifted to [CLASS SELECTION].
Normally, classes were preset—Warrior, Mage, Rogue, and so on. But just like with race…
[CUSTOM CLASS – UNLOCKED]
A new window popped up:
[CREATE YOUR OWN CLASS]
His heart pounded.
"This isn't just a second chance… this is a completely different ga now."
Kieran wasted no ti. He started crafting his perfect class:
[Base Role] – Hybrid Fighter/Mage.
[Skill Focus] – Speed, assassination, magic bursts.
[Unique Class Abilities] –
[Phantom Step] – Instantly shift positions in combat.
[Void Slash] – A blade strike that cuts through space.
[Arcane Reversal] – Absorbs and redirects enemy spells.
The na?
[Shadow Reaper]
[CLASS CONFIRD.]
The interface pulsed, finalizing his selections.
A final ssage appeared.
[ARE YOU READY TO ENTER ELYSIUM?]
Kieran clenched his fists, eyes burning with anticipation.
"This ti… I won't lose."
He hit [YES].
The world around him shattered into light—
And then, he fell.
[WELCO TO ELYSIUM.]
Kieran felt his body plunge through an endless void, weightless yet surrounded by rushing currents of light. It was disorienting, but not unfamiliar. He had experienced this before—years ago, in his past life. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
But this ti, sothing was different.
The descent wasn't just a loading screen. It felt… real.
His fingers twitched. He could feel the air rushing past his skin, the slight resistance against his limbs.
Then—
[Initializing Character Data…]
[Loading Custom Race: Shadowborn]
[Loading Custom Class: Shadow Reaper]
[Applying Unique Traits…]
A surge of energy coursed through his body.
Kieran's vision blurred as information flooded his mind—instincts, skills, physical enhancents—everything he had carefully chosen was now becoming part of him.
His breathing hitched as he felt the effects of [Regressor's mory] kick in. His past experiences, the battles he had fought, the skills he had mastered—all of it resurfaced in his consciousness like pieces of a puzzle snapping into place.
This wasn't just a ga.
He could feel his muscles adjusting, his reflexes sharpening. The [Adaptive Evolution] trait was already subtly reinforcing his body, making it stronger, more efficient.
Then—
A blinding light exploded beneath him.
[Welco, Ragnar.]
[Elysium Awaits.]
Kieran's feet touched solid ground.
The sudden impact made him stagger slightly, but he quickly steadied himself. His eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, revealing a vast, ancient hall with towering stone pillars. The air slled of damp stone and aged parchnt, and faint torchlight flickered along the walls.
The Beginner's Sanctuary.
A place he had seen before.
This was where all players first arrived—an abandoned cathedral-like structure, eerily quiet but filled with hidden chanics.
"Looks the sa…" Kieran muttered, glancing around.
A large translucent window hovered in front of him, displaying his stats.
---
[Character Status]
Na: Ragnar (Kieran Vale)
Race: Shadowborn
Class: Shadow Reaper
Level: 1
[Attributes]
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 18
Intelligence: 15
Vitality: 14
Agility: 20
Luck: 5
[Skills & Abilities]
[Phantom Step] (Active) – Instantly shift positions in combat.
[Void Slash] (Active) – A blade strike that cuts through space.
[Arcane Reversal] (Active) – Absorbs and redirects enemy spells.
[Tibreaker] (Passive) – Slight resistance to ti-based effects.
[Adaptive Evolution] (Passive) – Gains small boosts based on combat experience.
[Regressor's mory] (Passive) – Retains skills and combat instincts from past life.
---
Kieran scanned through the numbers, lips curling slightly.
"Way better than my first playthrough."
Back then, he had started as a low-tier Human Rogue, struggling with weak stats and limited potential. Now, with [Custom Race] and [Custom Class], he was already ahead of the ga.
But he couldn't get careless.
The first few hours of Elysium were critical.
Unlike other MMORPGs, this ga had no safe tutorial zones. The mont players stepped out of the Beginner's Sanctuary, they could be attacked—either by monsters or other players.
Kieran took a step forward, his boots echoing against the stone floor.
A familiar voice rang in his ears.
[Quest Notification]
---
[Main Quest: First Steps into Elysium]
Objective: Leave the Beginner's Sanctuary.
Rewards: Starter Gear, EXP, 1 Skill Point.
---
"Sa old quest…" Kieran murmured.
But this ti, he wouldn't just follow the system's guidance. He had knowledge no other beginner had.
He turned sharply to his left and started walking.
Not toward the main exit—where most new players would head—but toward a hidden section of the sanctuary.
"In my past life, I found this place by accident… but now, I know exactly where to go."
Kieran moved with purpose, weaving through the towering stone pillars. The dimly lit corridor led to an inconspicuous wall at the back of the hall. To most players, it seed like just another part of the architecture.
But Kieran knew better.
He reached out and pressed his hand against the stone.
Nothing happened for a mont.
Then—
[Hidden Path Discovered.]
A deep click echoed through the sanctuary as the wall shifted slightly, revealing a narrow opening.
Kieran smirked.
"Ti to get my first real advantage."
Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
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