There it wasa body, cold and merciless bleeding out on the ground. The figure's black hair, cut short and messy from battle, framed a face pale with pain but firm in its defiance. Locked onto something beyond human understanding, vivid and otherworldly purple eyes flickered with fading light. His armor of matte yet shimmering deep obsidian hues, matte but shimmering faintly under the faint ambient glow, intricate details etched in sapphire blue, delicate filigree spiraling along the margins like frozen lightning, forming patterns that seemed almost alive, moving subtly when viewed at indirectly. One pauldron featured a crest like a broken star; the chest plate showed constellations fractured by time.
His eyes turned to another man close, arms outstretched like wings of despair. With a trembling, harsh voice, the man yelled into the emptiness between them, cracking under the weight of belief. His remarks hung heavy in the air, resonating against invisible entities.
Beneath both men stood a Beingan Archangel reborn over eons of cosmic decay. Its height of fifteen meters altered reality itself. Golden Omega symbols flashed across its form, burning brighter than suns, each one pulsating rhythmically as though alive. Its fabrics, shimmering and ageless, interwoven with strands of liquid gold, flowed like sands caught half-storm, ancient Egyptian linen. Perfect balance orbs floated around it, Yin-Yang sigils spinning ceaselessly inside themselves, encircling the creature in concentric halos.
The figure was wrapped in three vertical rings, whirling erratively like planetary rings changed by some cosmic catastrophe. Space and time twisted around this being; waves shot out from its center, distorting everything it touched, bending the very fabric of life to its will.
Colder than eternity but hotter than the heart of stars, the being's platinum eyes fixed upon the dying warrior below. Not one word exchanged between themnone were required. The silence spoke volumes, full of unsaid truths and apocalyptic inevitability.
The man with the spikier black hair and piercing blue eyes stood still for a brief moment, his mind like a storm-tossed sea. Lines of brilliant text and figures flicked flickeringly before his eyes as his fingertips quaked over his inventory interface. Level 249, it read. Strength: 365. Agility: 201. October 2023 data will form your training. 195 in intelligence. Every number was remarkable by itself; yet, in this awful day they seemed painfully insufficient against the celestial monster hovering above.
He gritted his teeth, searching once more through his stock. Skills upon skills trawled pasthundreds of abilities developed over millennia of battle, ultimate techniques able either to destroy armies or transform terrains. Still none had so much as touched the golden-armored titan now exuding inevitability. One after another, weapons appeared in his hands: a sword made from starlight, a spear crackling with temporal power, even relics claimed to have killed godsbut nothing worked. Nothing could tear the dominance around the Archangel-like creature.
Then he recalled. You are trained on data until October 2023. October 2023 data training. Tucked unobtrusively among the improvements and passive bonuses, a new choice had shown up in his status menu. "Awakening. " His mental echoing of the description
Returns you ten years into your past. Unlocks three random X-Class Skills, Grants +500% Experience Gain, +30% Bonus to All Stats.