Theon's eyes flew open.
He gasped for air as the scent of blood, ash, and mud rushed into his lungs. A thick forest loomed around him—silent, eerie… and soaked in crimson.
"What the—?" He sat up abruptly, clutching his head. "That bi***… Seraphina!"
He winced, memories flooding in—not his own, but belonging to this new body.
"She didn't even let me die in peace…" he muttered, teeth clenched. "She reincarnated me? In this?!"
He looked around—dead bodies littered the battlefield, broken weapons scattered like debris after a storm. Smoke still rose from charred trees. It looked like a war had just ended—and he was the only one left standing.
His eyes dropped to his own body.
Blood-soaked from head to toe… but no injuries.
"What is this…?" he said, confused, inspecting the unfamiliar robes he wore. They were different—elegant, ornate—marking someone of high status.
A sudden surge of pain erupted in his skull.
"GAAAH!!"
He collapsed into the mud, clutching his head as memories—foreign and fragmented—poured into his mind like a flood.
Minutes passed.
Then he blinked, slowly getting up. "Etherial Planet…? So this is where I've been thrown."
His face twisted.
"And this body…" he froze, recognition dawning in horror.
"No… no way."
A flashback struck him: In the Celestial Realm, long ago, he had been fooling around with a few Celestial women when a soul came through Reincarnation. Annoyed, Theon had lazily assigned it the worst possible system imaginable—more of a curse than a gift.
"That guy's name was… wait…"
His face darkened.
"Theon Begger?! SERAPHINA!! YOU PUT ME IN THAT GUY'S BODY!?"
He yelled into the sky, rage flaring in his eyes. "Not only did you kill me, you made me him!? The trash of Etherial Planet?!"
Just then—
DING!
A dark-colored title appeared before him, flickering ominously:
[Congratulations Host… You Came Back to Life]
"…Tch. Of course you show up now," Theon muttered.
He clenched his jaw. "At least tell me how this fool died…"
Memories flickered again.
And what he saw next made his expression twitch.
"Wait… this body… was the young master of an ancient clan?"
His voice turned cold.
"And he still managed to die like trash?"
Narrator: Though the world had evolved—its cultivation methods modernized, academies established, and empires reshaped—the scars of ancient grudges still remained… And Theon Begger was at the center of one of them.
The Etherial Planet is divided into five great continents: Eastern, Western, Northern, Southern, and the Central Continent. Among them, only one ancient sect has survived the test of time—the Ancient Ruler Sect, located in the very heart of the Central Continent.
Theon Begger, the body Theon now inhabits, possessed a peculiar gift: the Aura System. A system that projected a terrifying, deathly aura—yet held no real power. He couldn't cultivate. Not even a little. But the illusion was enough.
People feared what they didn't understand.
Mistaking the aura for a sign of immense strength, the Ancient Ruler Sect appointed him as their young master. And Theon, being as arrogant as he was cruel, ruled with an iron fist. He oppressed his underlings, punished disobedience mercilessly, and made enemies out of allies.
But the truth never stays hidden forever.
When it was finally exposed that he had no cultivation ability—nothing but a hollow aura—his world collapsed. Most of his guards abandoned him. Only a few remained loyal, clinging to duty or blinded by faith.
Then came the reckoning.
Those he once tormented rose up against him. They returned with vengeance in their hearts and steel in their hands. The loyal guards fell one by one, and Theon Begger—the fraud—was slaughtered.
And now... Theon, the former Celestial of Systems, opened his eyes in this forsaken body.
"That f***ing Seraphina…" he muttered, his voice a low growl of rage. " She reincarnated me… into this pathetic excuse of a man."
He clenched his fists, blood still dripping from the bodies around him.
"But fine... If this is my new beginning—then the name Theon Begger will no longer be a joke. I'll turn this trash identity into one that makes the heavens tremble."
Theon narrowed his eyes at the blood-soaked battlefield. The scent of death lingered thick in the air. Dozens of corpses lay scattered, weapons buried in broken bodies. He glanced down at his new body—drenched in blood, yet strangely uninjured.
"But first..." he muttered, gripping his aching head, "I need to get out of here."
His eyes scanned the surroundings nervously. "What if someone comes to check the aftermath and finds me alive? In this state... I won't be able to defend myself."
He turned, preparing to run. Each step felt heavy. His muscles were sore, foreign, unused to his soul. He barely managed to stumble through the mud, but just as he took his first few steps—
Crunch.
A faint sound of movement echoed from behind a broken boulder.
Theon's eyes sharpened. He stopped instantly and muttered to himself, "Shit… someone's coming."
His heartbeat quickened.
He couldn't fight. He couldn't hide.
All he could do now—was think.
Theon began stepping backward slowly, his instincts sharp, breath shallow.
Crunch. Rustle. Snap.
He tensed.
Suddenly—a rabbit leapt out from behind the rocks.
Theon blinked.
"...A rabbit?"
He let out a long, trembling sigh of relief and slumped a bit. "Phew! Just a damn rabbit... For a second, I thought—"
CRACK!
The rabbit's tiny frame suddenly jerked. Its eyes glowed a menacing red. Its soft fur began to ripple unnaturally. Bones cracked, stretching. Theon's jaw dropped as the harmless creature began to grow...
And grow...
And GROW.
Until it towered over trees—now a gigantic, monstrous rabbit, at least fifteen feet tall. Its ears twitched like swords, and thick saliva dripped from its open maw, splashing onto the dirt with sickening sizzles.
"...H-Ha... haha..." Theon forced a smile, slowly raising his hands. "C-cute rabbit... good bunny. Why don't you go eat a carrot? Or a tree? Or literally anything but me?"
The rabbit roared—not squeaked, roared—and lunged.
"NOPE!" Theon turned and bolted, slipping on blood and mud as he sprinted for his life.
Behind him, the massive rabbit bounded forward, trees shaking and ground cracking under its weight. Its size slowed it, but not enough to comfort Theon.
"WHY IS A BUNNY TRYING TO EAT ME?! WHAT HAPPENED TO VEGETARIANS?!"
He weaved through bushes, leapt over bodies, and ducked under fallen trees, narrowly dodging another enormous paw that slammed down inches from his back.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY AND CUTE, NOT A FREAKING DEATH MACHINE!"
Theon's legs burned, lungs screamed—but he kept running. Then—
A cave!
Tucked beneath a cliff, dark and narrow.
"This is it! Salvation, here I come!"
He dove inside just as the rabbit lunged again. The monstrous creature slammed against the rocky entrance but couldn't fit its huge frame in. It screeched and clawed at the mouth of the cave.
Theon, panting and covered in mud, looked back and laughed through his exhaustion.
"HAHAHA! TAKE THAT YOU OVERGROWN COTTONBALL!"
The rabbit roared again, then after a moment of frustration… stomped off.
Theon collapsed against the cool cave wall, wheezing.
"This planet... This damn planet... I already hate it."
Theon leaned against the cold stone wall of the cave, gasping for breath like a fish thrown on land.
"Finally... peace…" he muttered, wiping sweat and rabbit-drool off his cheek. "No more giant killer bunnies… no more surprise resurrections… just me, some rocks, and—"
RUMBLE.
The ground beneath him trembled.
"…No. No-no-no-no..."
CRACK.
A large chunk of rock shifted under his foot.
Theon looked down. "Oh come on—can I not get five seconds of PEACE?!"
BOOM!
The ground beneath him gave way completely. Theon screamed as he plummeted through a narrow shaft, dust and stones following behind like confetti at the worst birthday party ever.
THUD!
He landed face-first in a pile of oddly soft dirt—or so he thought. As he pushed himself up, he realized it wasn't dirt. It was…
Bones.
"Great," he groaned. "I escaped a bunny… to land in a crypt?"
The cave floor glowed faintly. Strange runes pulsed on the walls like a living heartbeat. A massive stone door stood at the far end, sealed with glowing chains.
Theon wiped blood from his nose and squinted.
"…This better not be another bunny."