Reincarnated Hero System

Evan paused for a moment, picking up another stone and skipping it across the lake before continuing.

“They succeeded in reaching their target, launching a flawless surprise attack that wiped out a significant number of High-Ranked Infernal Devils.

The Ten Heroes then confronted the Infernal Devil Lord in battle…and they had the living daylights beaten out of them.”

Artemisia and Beatrix weren’t surprised at this. They could already see the red flags from a mile away.

“The Infernal Devil Lord was at least three times stronger than they had estimated, and even with all Ten Heroes fighting together, they were hopelessly outmatched.

Not only was he a Mid-Tier Deity, but he was also fighting on his home turf. Their deaths, as well as the deaths of their elite forces, were inevitable.

There was only one survivor—the boy born under the constellation of lucky stars. He owed his survival to the power bestowed upon him by those stars. Only he managed to escape through the rift and return to his home world.

But though he lived, he wasn’t unscathed. He returned with grievous wounds and soul damage.”

Soul damage. The worst possible damage type one could receive—and the hardest to heal.

“The battle between the Heroes and the Infernal Devil Lord sent ripples of energy surging through space. These ripples were noticed by other Infernal Lords who followed the trail and discovered the rift to the boy’s world—a Prime World.

They wanted a piece of the pie, and the result was three more Infernal Lords joining the invasion.

If the world had barely survived against one, what chance did it have against four? And to make matters worse, they had lost Nine of their Ten Heroes.

The Unified Government tried to conceal the truth of the Heroes’ deaths, but the news was inevitably leaked when New Heroes were chosen—something that could only happen if the previous Heroes were dead.”

Pushing aside a few flowers, Evan searched for more stones, his fingers brushing against the cool earth as he continued.

“Despite putting his life on the line for this world—without expectation of praise or glory—you’d think that at the very least, the wounded and soul-damaged boy would be granted peace to recover.

But NO.”

Evan’s tone changed, traces of irritation seeping through.

“Those bastards who had placed unreasonable expectations on him and the other Nine Heroes, who had sat comfortably while they fought and bled, turned on him the moment he returned alone.

They saw his survival as proof of his failure.

When the news of the Heroes’ deaths was revealed, rumours began to spread like wildfire.

People called him a coward. Accused him of abandoning his comrades.

And when the truth of the war’s worsening state became clear, they needed a scapegoat.

He was that scapegoat.”

Evan flicked the stone into the water, watching it sink without a single skip.

“He was hounded by accusations. Some called for him to be executed, claiming he had fled the battlefield. Others demanded he be sent back into the Infernal Dimension alone to atone for his supposed failure.

And as for those in power—the very ones who had sent the Heroes to their deaths?

They let it happen.

Rather than accept responsibility for their own mistakes, they allowed the world to direct its frustration and despair at him.”

A bitter chuckle escaped Evan’s lips.

“And so the boy who had given everything was left with nothing.”

Shaking his head, Evan looked up to the stars before continuing.

“If there was any silver lining for the world, it was that after years of war, they had gained access to the Infernal Devils’ magic.

When the now-deceased Heroes had captured numerous High-Ranking Devils, they had studied their abilities—especially the magic that allowed them to cross dimensions.

Combining that magic with their advanced Magi-technology, they finally unlocked the means to contact other worlds. And so, desperate for salvation, they reached out, pleading for aid.

In their search, they found a world ruled by gods. Beings who wielded strong divinity, a form of positive energy that would naturally counter the negative-aligned Infernal Devils.

They begged for help, and the gods ruling that world obliged—for a price, of course.”

That much was expected. The gods desired the same resources the Infernal Devils craved. The only difference was that more than half the planet’s population wouldn’t be slaughtered in the process.

Instead, they would live under divine rule, paying a ‘protection tax’ in exchange for survival. Between the two options, the choice was obvious.

“But when the gods sent their envoys to assess the world’s condition, and those envoys discovered the wounded Hero, they were shocked.

They never revealed their thoughts on the matter, never said why his existence shocked them. They simply returned to their masters and reported what they had found.

Those ‘masters’—Junior god Lords—were just as shaken. They reported the news up the hierarchy, and soon, it reached the ears of the gods who ruled that sector of the galaxy.

And so, one of them came to visit the boy’s home world.”

Though Evan’s voice remained neutral, Artemisia and Beatrix could still sense the undercurrent of irritation within it.

“The being who arrived was a ‘god King’—an existence more powerful than all four Infernal Devil Lords invading the boy’s home world combined.”

This god King was one of the Eight Leaders of a faction of gods called the ‘Kyrexi’.

“Besides the ‘god Emperor’, who ruled over all gods across the Universe, and the Supreme god King and Queen, the Kyrexi were the most powerful god Kings in the known Universe.

This particular Kyrexi leader set foot in the boy’s world, took one look at him, and vanished.

Less than twenty-four hours later, he returned with the severed heads of the four invading Infernal Devil Lords.

Just like that, the Infernal Devil Lords, one of whom had effortlessly slain the boy’s fellow Heroes and companions, were effortlessly eliminated.

Then, the god King declared that he would send in armies to exterminate the remaining Infernal Devils. And, just as quickly, he named his price for ‘saving’ their world.”

Evan scooped up a handful of damp soil, pressing it into a rough, humanoid shape as he spoke.

“His first demand—was the boy. They were to hand him over as payment”

The soil in his palm heated, drying and hardening within moments.

“And the Unified Government of his world didn’t hesitate for even a split-second before agreeing. Even the ‘world’ itself readily chose to sell its own Hero—the same one it had chosen.”

Did they care why the god King wanted him? Not in the slightest.

But it was clear he held great value to the Kyrexi.

Before the first god King had even left, two more arrived just to see him for themselves. And through their conversations, ones they made no effort to hide from him, the boy who had been sold by his world discovered the value of his existence.

His world was dominated by humans. Yet ever since he awakened his skills at the age of eight, he had always known he wasn’t one of them.

That much was obvious, because on his status board, the word ‘Human’ was nowhere to be found.

It was strange since both his parents were bona fide humans.”

Evan used a small pin to poke out eyes, a nose, and a crude mouth on the stick figure in his hand, continuing his tale as he did so.

“That strangeness aside, after being taken to the Main Base of the Kyrexi gods—and bound to them by more than just words—the boy finally learned why they wanted him.

As it turned out, he was the First Naturally Occurring Elder-Breed of a specialized race known as godslayers.”

Elder-Breed.

The Second Highest Race Breed in Existence.

Elder and Ancient Breeds of any race were considered the closest to their Progenitors, and their existence was exceptionally rare.

Given that the godslayer race was barely a century old at the time, such individuals were even rarer.

Due to an agreement between the Progenitor of the godslayers and the 72 Demon Kings of Prime World Gozon, any discovered godslayers were to be taken under Gozon’s wings, to the planets owned by their Progenitor.

But the Kyrexi had found one before Gozon did, and not just any godslayer, but an Elder-Breed!

Rather than seeing him as a potential threat to be eliminated, the Kyrexi chose a different approach.

They chose to exploit this godslayer for their own purposes.

Factions existed within all organizations, no matter the scale.

Even across the Vast Universe, there were countless factions. Within Races, within Empires and whatnot.

The Kyrexi were but one of them, and though they were powerful, they were not without enemies. Enemies that could band together, overwhelming them with sheer numbers if given the opportunity.

One of the most effective ways to prevent such threats was to sow chaos within rival factions by assassinating their leaders and key figures.

The boy was chosen to be their executioner. As a godslayer, he was the perfect weapon for eliminating enemy gods, needing only to grow stronger—a process easily facilitated by his innate talent.

He did become a Low-Tier Deity at age 25, after all.

The key to his rapid growth lay in his exceptionally high affinity for his primary element—Fire—an affinity enhanced by his connection to a Constellation of Stars.

In general, the higher one’s affinity with an Element and its corresponding Universal Law, the lower the comprehension threshold required to attain an Authority. Conversely, those with lower affinity needed to reach a much higher threshold.

His Fire affinity was so immense that he only needed 25% Low-Rank Law comprehensions to acquire an Authority. Combined with the sheer amount of EXP he had accumulated from over a decade of battling Infernal Devils, he was able to become a Low-Tier Deity at just 25.

Of course, by then, he was no longer just a ‘boy’, but a ‘young man’.

And so, he became the Kyrexi’s assassin, eliminating their political enemies one by one.

At first, his existence was kept secret, but as the years passed, it became impossible to conceal. Eventually, word spread across the galaxy—the Kyrexi had an Elder godslayer under their command.

By the time Gozon and the godslayer worlds learned of this, it was too late. A High-Grade Singularity Elder-Breed godslayer had already fallen into the hands of their enemies.

He was not only too powerful but also entrenched too deeply in the grasp of the gods for them to extract without igniting a large-scale war—a war that wasn’t worth waging for the sake of a single individual, no matter how rare and valuable his Race Breed was.

Thus, the godslayer remained in the gods’ grasp, continuing to grow in power. With every god he slew for the Kyrexi, his strength increased, taking full advantage of his Slayer Race’s ability to absorb the divine sparks of fallen gods to grow stronger.

He trained. He killed. He absorbed divine sparks.

Over and over again, the cycle continued.

“He carried out so many missions that his reputation spread beyond the galaxy, and soon, various races, interstellar factions, and galactic powers began seeking his… efficient services.

The Kyrexi saw an opportunity in this—by accepting these requests, they could make powerful intergalactic forces owe them favours. Naturally, they did not refuse.

At first, he was only deployed to assassinate gods, but over time, his clientele broadened. Before he knew it, he was being recruited to fight in small-scale interstellar wars.

As his fame grew, so did curiosity about his origins. Many attempted to dig into his past, but they found little—almost no records existed of him before the estimated time he was taken in by the Kyrexi.

The most they uncovered was his name, his apparent age, and one undeniable fact that was impossible to conceal after countless battles:

He possessed an Ultimate Skill—The Prismatic Inferno Authority.

This revelation only increased demand for his services, allowing the Kyrexi to amass even more power and universal influence by loaning him out.

He had, in essence, become a mercenary, leaving behind battlefields scorched by his brilliant prismatic flames that burned as brightly as the stars in the night sky.

And from those signature flames, the name that would echo across the universe was born.

Prisma.”