Reincarnated Hero System

I could already predict what that bastard Craig had been thinking in a situation like that. And Prisma’s next words only confirmed my assumptions.

[Craig wanted to eliminate the new Demon Emperor before he could reach a level that would threaten him. But since he hadn’t fully recovered from the wounds Arthur inflicted on him years before, he enlisted Falael’s help.

Together, they ambushed McEnda II, and in a battle that reduced entire galaxies to ruins, they managed to kill him.

However, it was a pyrrhic victory. Before dying, McEnda II killed Falael and grievously wounded Craig—so much so that his power fell below the Race Emperor level.]

Considering that Craig and Falael had been Emperors for millions of years, the fact that McEnda II pulled that off showed how broken he was.

If it had been a one-on-one, he would have easily won. But that bastard Craig surely knew that, so he brought in Falael for backup.

But beyond all that, how the hell am I gonna face McEnda III now, knowing that his father was gonna die? Merely having that knowledge was going to make interactions with him incredibly awkward.

Alvey’s case was different—I’d known about his death for years. But McEnda was another matter entirely. And since I was still in the past, the chances of me running into one of the McEndas were higher than the odds of it snowing in winter.

While I was having those thoughts, Prisma continued narrating the origins of the Great Valmone War.

[Upon learning of McEnda II’s death, McEnda III—now the automatic head of the McEnda Zeroth Rank Noble Demon Household—declared war on the gods.

The 72 Demon Kings did not oppose his declaration, and Gozon launched an attack on Craig’s home star system, annihilating its host star as the opening strike.

Naturally, a war between gods and demons wasn’t going to stay confined to just those two. The Angels, Celestials, and Elves—who had unwittingly become demon targets due to Falael’s involvement—sided with the gods.

Conversely, Devils, Fallen Angels, and even some Giants and Dragons aligned themselves with the demons.

Humans inevitably got involved, given their immense population and widespread presence across countless worlds ruled by these factions.

The Aidosian Council of Kings fractured due to the conflicting loyalties of its multiracial members. Gozon launched indiscriminate attacks on any world harbouring gods or elves, regardless of whether they had direct ties to Craig and Falael. Cultivators from Denerth Prime were hired as mercenaries by both sides. Hidden powers surfaced, deciding this was their time to shine.

The whole situation descended into absolute chaos. Looking up at the night sky and seeing stars literally falling wasn’t even unusual.]

Even without my past incarnation’s memories of the war, I could feel that Prisma’s words barely captured a fraction of the sheer devastation of that war.

[That was how the Great Valmone WAR began—a war that raged for a thousand years.]

Then, turning to face me and looking me right in the eye, he delivered the final revelation.

[A War that YOU ended, when you returned to the Valmone Universe.]

“…”

I had expected it. But hearing it was still astounding.

My past self was really out there doing the most insane shit imaginable.

Prisma lowered his gaze to the ground, then slowly looked up at the sky before speaking.

[You’ve seen this place in your dreams before, haven’t you? I’m sure you’ve wondered where it was and why it kept appearing.]

I followed his gaze, taking in the sight before me—the collapsing sun in the sky, the broken moon somehow visible alongside it, and the countless corpses of beings from different races littering the ground around me.

With all this before my eyes, there was only one conclusion I could come to.

“This is where the WAR ended.”

[Bingo!]

Prisma shortly applauded my answer, before gesturing around us and declaring:

[This is the location of the event that would later be known as the Prismatic Apocalypse.

The event where you ended the WAR—by slaughtering every last warmonger who refused to stop fighting, even after a thousand years.]

That…was a rather brutal way to end a war.

Quelling Violence with even GREATER Violence.

[You freed Kayla from the Star of Lightning and gave the Causality Enforcers who put her there a serious beating before ending the war. Couldn’t kill them, though, since you didn’t wanna draw the Eternal of Causality’s ire.

Kinda pointless since he already hated you and Arthur’s guts.]

Prisma shrugged at that last part, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course, an existence governing Causality would view Singularities like Arthur and I as eyesores.

[You reunited with Alvey and the others, but it took time for all of you to come to terms with just how much you had changed over the past thousand years.]

A shadow of melancholy crossed Prisma’s face, no doubt a reflection of the emotions my past incarnation felt at that time.

[The once illustrious Orithyia galaxy was left in ruins. The 72 Demon Kings were no more, the Council of Kings was practically wiped out, and even big players like Denerth Prime and Nienope suffered extensive damage.

But you… none of that mattered to you after the war.]

Prisma let out a deep, weary sigh before continuing.

[You…were tired.

You had been fighting outside the universe. Then you returned home—only to be met with another war that you had to fight to stop.

And after all of that… you were just exhausted. Tired of all the fighting.]

Prisma raised his palm, conjuring a hologram of a planet. Its structure was one I knew all too well—not the first one that came to mind, but the second.

“Earth I.”

[Your original home world—the one you destroyed.

You reminisced about your life on Earth I, where all you had ever wanted was to experience a normal life.

You wanted to be a normal child—]

“—Born to a normal mother and father, have normal siblings, and live a normal, mundane life.

To go to school like normal children, immerse myself in their games, graduate, find a job, live until I’m old and grey, and finally pass on.”

I let out a soft exhale. In stark contrast to how I’d felt just moments ago, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me.

As if, even without the memories of that fatigue, my soul still remembered it.

[You voiced your desire to rest to a certain being, and they obliged.]

That being was undoubtedly the EOTD.

[At your request, after you sealed your power away with a Vision Seal, he stripped your soul from your body and tossed it into the cycle of reincarnation—where it continued to reincarnate for thousands of years.]

That explained the 3,999-year gap between my last memory and my birth on Earth V.

[Each reincarnation sent you into the life of a ‘Mortal’.

Depending on the world, you were born into one of three races—Human, Dragon or godslayer.]

“Huh? Where did the dragon come in from?”

That felt out of left field. As far as I knew, I had no traits that would warrant such a thing.

[Ah, that was the work of another Zodiac godslayer. The Dragon godslayer. She tampered with your reincarnation once—just to make sure you were born as a dragon.]

“…”

I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know what had prompted that decision.

[That’s why you needed a Dragon Heart to become a Grandmaster Level Existence. Your soul had already been influenced by dragon factors.

It wanted those factors in your body too.]

His words brought that requirement back to the forefront of my mind, and suddenly, it made a lot more sense.

Honestly, I had assumed Artemisia included that requirement just to nudge me toward a specific evolutionary path.

[You reincarnated multiple times—though I have no idea exactly how many.]

When Prisma mentioned this, I thought back to the first layer of the Vision Seal.

| ■ A – Amnesia (Memory)-The seal induces complete amnesia, veiling memories of their past life to ensure they can start anew without any knowledge of their former identity.|

That was probably why he—I—had no idea how many times I reincarnated.

[You deleted the memories of each incarnation, except for the first, which you only sealed away.]

“Wait, I completely deleted them?!”

That wasn’t what I had assumed. But after a moment’s thought, I understood why I would make such a decision.

“I suppose I wouldn’t want to remember dying over and over again.”

At my words, Prisma blinked at me in confusion.

[What are you talking about?]

“Huh? Didn’t you say I reincarnated multiple times?”

When I posed that question, Prisma sighed, facepalming as he muttered under his breath.

[This is why you should just absorb the damn memories.]

Before I could even comment on that, he turned back to me, his gaze narrowing.

[Did you die before you reincarnated on Aidos?]

“Well, no?”

[So why assume your other reincarnations were any different?]

“uh…common sense?”

Prisma facepalmed again, mumbling something about “a Singularity talking about common sense” before fixing me with an exasperated look.

[Listen here, Evankhell. You have NEVER died.]

“…I’ve never died, you say?”

What the hell was he on about now?

[The fact that VIOLET has never activated should be proof enough. But since you haven’t absorbed your memories, you wouldn’t know that.

Regardless, in every reincarnation, your soul was always claimed by the Law of Reincarnation exactly one 365-day year before Death was scheduled to.

So, you have never once experienced death.]

“I see. That makes sense now.”

[Of course, it does.]

Prisma rolled his eyes, then turned his gaze back to the collapsing star in the sky.

[There you have it—your story. I’d be taking questions now.]

Just as I was about to ask a question, Prisma’s eyes suddenly lit up, like he had just remembered something important.

[Oh, wait—one last thing. Uh, so, you know, when you reincarnated on Earth V—your current reincarnation—something happened.

I remember this because I retain memories of every time you’ve woken up mid-reincarnation.]

He held up three fingers and continued.

[You’ve woken up a total of three times.

The first time was when that Dragon godslayer tampered with your reincarnation to turn you into a dragon. You woke up, smacked her in the face, then reincarnated.

The third time was when that girl on Aidos—Agnes, was it?—invaded your Soul Realm. You woke up then too. I’m sure you remember that.]

I certainly did. That was the moment I became 100% certain my past incarnation existed.

But more importantly—why did he skip the second one?

[Now, the second time was the most important.]

Ah, so he saved it for last.