Reincarnated Hero System

Unnamed Continent

Unnamed Apex Planet

December 25th

Year 1054 of the 51st General Calendar

god Queen Artemisia Delgasso stood atop the vast expanse of a continent on the surface of an Apex world, her eyes cold as she stared down her former subordinate.

The traitor, a goddess with dishevelled hair and trembling eyes, knelt before her, clutching her stomach as she begged for mercy.

The kneeling goddess’ demeanour was one of a desperate person—someone who knew their end was near.

“Please… forgive me.”

The goddess whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Artemisia cut her off, her expression unchanging. She didn’t bother listening to any excuses and raised her sword, swinging it down in a single, fluid motion.

The slash was so fast that, for a moment, the goddess didn’t even realize she’d been struck.

Then her body split in two, the cut clean and merciless. The force of Artemisia’s blow didn’t stop there—it continued, carving a deep gash through the continent she stood on, a fissure that extended across the land like a wound.

The ground shook violently as the cut tore through the planet’s surface, reaching dangerously close to its molten core.

An indistinct scream rang out in her ears—the voice of the wounded Apex Planet’s consciousness and Artemisia restrained herself, stopping short of splitting its core.

She glanced back at the ruined landscape with disinterest and muttered under her breath.

“Why would you think I’d forgive you after you sided with that bastard?”

She turned to leave, but as she moved, she paused, remembering the god from Gozon’s side and her lips twisted into a light frown.

With a sigh, she reached out and absorbed the traitor’s corpse into her subspace, not desiring to deal with any resurrection attempts, not like what happened with Conroe.

Just as she was about to teleport away, Artemisia felt something strange. A ripple in the air—a subtle distortion in the laws of time around her.

Her instincts roused, and without hesitation, she activated her Ultimate Skill, enveloping herself in a protective shroud of divinity. She braced for an attack, her senses sharp.

But nothing came.

“…”

She blinked, confusion settling in. The energy was still there, swirling around her like a phantom, yet it wasn’t hostile.

It was something else, something she only sensed because of her Basic Rank Authority in the law of time—gained from dealing with EOTD. If she hadn’t possessed that authority, she wouldn’t have even noticed it.

Artemisia frowned, and in a flash of light, she teleported to another location, far from the planet she had just ravaged.

But the swirl of time energy followed her, tracking her movements. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the swirl dissipated, the energy dying down.

Silence.

Everything around her returned to normal, yet Artemisia knew instinctively that something had changed.

Her gut told her that something wasn’t right, something had shifted within her. She couldn’t place it, but the sensation lingered like a shadow at the back of her mind.

|Royal Evolution Authority: Existential Archive! |

She called out and a translucent cube materialized in the air before her.

|Access existential image, December 24th, Year 1054, 51st General Calendar. |

Her will was enforced upon the law of evolution and the cube pulsed with energy, with the data of her existence scrolling across its surface, a detailed record of her evolution.

Artemisia had an ‘Existential Image’ of herself saved, much like a ‘System Image’ on a computer device.

|Cross-reference. |

The cube began to compare her current self with the recorded image at her command. Seconds passed, and then, discrepancies appeared.

Artemisia’s eyes flicked over the data, and she quickly identified the source of the change. Her memories—memories from 10,000 years ago—no longer lined up with her present reality.

Something had shifted, creating a new version of events.

Artemisia’s gaze darkened and she sieved through them to pinpoint the exact moment when things had diverged.

“Evan.”

In her original memories, Evan had kept the secret of his mystic eyes—his Mystic Eye of Mimicry—and his origins as an Aidosian from her for months.

She hadn’t discovered his true nature until much later, after several key events had already played out.

But now, in this new version of her memories, Evan had willingly revealed everything to her within just ten days.

The entire sequence of events had changed.

She pressed her fingers to her temple, shaking her head with a sigh.

“Really, Evan?”

The swirl of time energy made sense now. Evan’s actions had altered the timeline, and that change had rippled across the fabric of space-time, updating her memories to reflect the new reality.

The effects were subtle, but they were enough to trigger the strange reaction in the law of time.

Artemisia sighed again, a hint of exasperation flickering in her eyes.

“Oh well… whatever it is.”

She sifted through her updated memories, and as more pieces fell into place, a strange calm settled over her.

Despite the subtle differences in how Evan had revealed his Mystic Eyes of Mimicry to her, the core structure of the past had not been altered.

The same critical events still unfolded in sequence, untouched by the smaller deviations.

She wasn’t surprised.

After all, the overall structure of time couldn’t be changed—not when a Nexus event lay at the heart of it all.

The Nexus event. That unshakable point in time which no amount of tampering or alteration could prevent.

It was inevitable, sewed into the fabric of reality with a force that even someone like Evan, with his Singularity Nature and high casualty index, could not unravel.

The same Nexus event the EOTD had tried to prevent her from stopping by saving Evan from the Spatiotemporal Spell that sent him back in time.

A pivotal moment where everything would converge, leading to a future she already knew too well.

Artemisia’s thoughts drifted to that day. Everything was sudden, without any warning, build-up or foreshadowing.

A literal bolt out of the blue.

One moment she was talking calmly with Evan and the next, she was at risk of soul destruction.

No matter what different decisions Evan took because of the things she told him, the Nexus event would occur.

There was only one way to stop it—by destroying the universe entirely.

Artemisia scoffed at the thought. That was impossible, even if all the Five Race Emperors were still alive/in the Universe and combined their power.

She sighed and closed her eyes, her thoughts now focused on the results rather than the process.

It didn’t matter how dark or dangerous the road ahead for Evan might be. It didn’t matter how excruciating the trials he would face, the literal cosmic explosions and threats to his life that lay ahead.

What mattered was that he would survive. She knew this because she had already lived through it.

The Nexus event had already come to pass for her, and despite the struggle, she had emerged on the other side, along with Evan and everyone who had walked that path with them.

She knew it would be the same for him, even if he didn’t yet understand the difficulty that lay ahead.

“He’ll survive.”

She whispered, more to herself than to anyone else, and her expression returned to its default impassiveness.

“Never have I wished for time to go by so fast.”

With that, she dismissed the existential image and teleported away from the planet; Her destination—Aidos.

Despite Evan’s absence, his plans were still in motion, and Artemisia had no intention of letting anything disrupt them.

She would supervise, after all, someone had to make sure Evan’s crazy plans didn’t spiral too far out of control.

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Resgar City (The Last City)

Northern Gledea

Aramis

April 14th

531st Divine Year/ Year 1054 of the 50th General Calendar

The three teenagers returned to Resgar City, also known as The Last City, just as the sun began to dip below the horizon.

As they stepped into the familiar bar shop, the barmaster let out an audible sigh of relief.

“I was actually gettin’ worried, you know? It was gettin’ dark, and you three hadn’t returned.”

The man wiped his hands on a rag as he approached them while speaking and Artemisia, calm and composed as ever, responded.

“We had no intention of spending the night out there. Even if we hadn’t finished what we wanted to do, we were coming back.”

This made the barmaster raise an eyebrow, curious.

“So… did you finish what you wanted to accomplish?”

Before Artemisia could reply, Beatrix cut in, her voice laced with playful frustration.

“No, we couldn’t, because these two kids started fighting over nothing.”

She gestured at Artemisia and Evan, both of whom turned their gazes toward her with matching, unimpressed expressions.

Seeing their deadpan reactions, Beatrix immediately took a fighting stance, throwing a few light jabs into the air.

“What? You guys want to go again?”

She teased, shadowboxing for effect and the interaction drew chuckles from a few of the patrons sitting nearby, men in their late thirties and early forties—seasoned adventurers who had ventured into the dangerous outer fringes of the Dark Winter Forest.

To them, the trio were just kids, their antics amusing but not worth a second thought.

What the patrons didn’t realize, of course, was that these “kids” were far stronger than everyone in Resgar combined.

Then again, they knew the three had some level of strength, which was why none had bothered to try stopping them from going into the forest.

Even though Evan kept his aura mostly restrained, it wasn’t entirely hidden, and those with sharp enough senses could pick up the powerful magic emanating from him. As for Artemisia and Beatrix, they already knew they had at least Grandmaster-Level strength from before.

The locals assumed they were just rich children from deeper in the continent, visiting the outskirts for research or some other noble reason.

After their playful back-and-forth, Artemisia and Beatrix headed to the stables to return the monster horses they had rented earlier that day. The creatures, massive and imposing as they were, seemed reluctant to part with the girls, their hooves stamping in mild protest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow. Promise.”

Only after Beatrix’s reassurance did the horses calm, allowing the girls to hand them off to the stablehands. Meanwhile, Evan remained in the bar, plopping himself down at the counter and glancing at the barmaster.

“Got a menu?”

The barmaster silently handed him a worn menu, and Evan scanned it quickly, recognizing a few items but finding most unfamiliar. Feeling adventurous, he decided to mix things up.

“I’ll have a little of what I know… and a lot of what I don’t.”

The barmaster chuckled at the order but nodded, heading to the kitchen to pass it on. By the time Artemisia and Beatrix returned from the stables, Evan was already halfway through his meal, a mix of recognizable dishes and strange, exotic plates spread before him.

The two girls stood there, watching him for a moment in silence. Finally, Evan noticed their gazes and looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Never seen a guy eat before?”

He asked through a mouthful of food and Beatrix responded in the same manner she had earlier.

“I think it’s the speed at which you’re eating that’s the ‘never seen before’ part.”

Evan glanced down at his half-finished meal, shrugged, and continued eating without missing a beat.

Ignoring this, Artemisia took a seat at the counter beside him, her gaze shifting toward the barmaster.

“The hotel downtown—are they still open?”

“Yeah, they’re still open.”

The hotel in question was where the two girls had stayed with Arthur the last time they were in Resgar, and it was run by the barmaster’s wife.

Tapping her fingers lightly on the counter, Artemisia spoke.

“Can you ask if there are any rooms available, please?”

The barmaster raised a hand in acknowledgement, disappearing into a back room for a moment. When he returned, he gave her a quick nod.

“Rooms are available.”

Artemisia glanced at Evan, who was still focused on his food, and then at Beatrix, who had taken a seat beside her before responding.

“We’ll take three.”

After settling on taking three of the available rooms, Artemisia turned her attention to the real reason she had insisted on staying at this particular hotel.