The world ended, and Lucien could only watch.

Paralyzed from the neck down, he could do nothing as his sister fought, bled, and finally died protecting him.

When his heart stopped, a voice echoed in his dying mind—

[Detected fatal state]
[Regression possible. Return to the past?]

He said yes.

Back in the past—with his body slowly healing and a strange system calling itself Akasha guiding him—Lucien swears to change everything.

But his “system” hides secrets. His bloodline is sealed, his soul feels fractured, and the world’s mana itself seems to recognize him as something that shouldn’t exist.

This time, he will not just survive.

He will devour fate itself.

***

This is my first novel, so it probably won’t be perfect—but I’ll keep getting better as I write.

Warning: The story may include incest. I’m mentioning it early for readers who tend to avoid that.

After my breakdown, I found myself alone in bed.


Lia had gone to make breakfast. Her college was on break, so she didn't have to leave early.


I tried to move my body once more, but I couldn't. The most I could do was twitch my fingers—and even that felt like a struggle.


I forced my breath down. Panic wouldn't help — not now.


First, I confirmed one thing: I really did go two years back. The apocalypse would begin in exactly two years—on April 6th. And today was…


Two years. If I could move properly, I could accomplish so much. But right now, this body refused to obey me.


Still, there was progress. At first, I could barely move my fingers. Now, I could flex my wrists and even my toes a little.


Second, I didn't have the encyclopedic knowledge of those clichéd regressors from novels.


Because I died just one month after the apocalypse started—right when people were only beginning to learn about ranks, potentials, and everything else.


And third, that voice. The one I heard before I regressed.


I knew it sounded cliché, but… whatever. Let's do this.


"Please… work," I muttered, forcing my focus.


[System initializing… syncing with host consciousness…]


Hearing the same feminine voice again, something deep inside me shifted.


I couldn't describe it—whether it was in my brain, my soul, or somewhere beyond. But I could feel it.


A faint holographic screen flickered to life before my eyes.


[Host identity confirmed: Lucien Foster]


[System Core successfully synchronized.]


I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. 


I couldn't believe it. It almost felt unreal


"So, system– can you talk? Or are you one of those mute types?"


"Good. Then tell me—can you help me get stronger?"


That was the goal, after all. This time, I wouldn't hide or run. I'd destroy anyone who dared to harm Lia… even if they were gods.


"Okay. Don't get ahead of yourself," I told myself. Then, louder, 


[I cannot directly aid you, but I can guide you when truly needed. I may offer quests and rewards—each scaled to your current difficulty. However, I cannot interfere beyond my bounds. To view your current condition, say: "Status."]


For the first time in years, I felt excitement instead of despair.


Chapter 4 - System