Snow drifted across the battlefield, soft at first, then streaked red where it touched the blood. Lee Yujin stood in the middle of it all, his black coat whipping in the freezing wind. His twin pistols smoked, still hot from the last barrage. Around him, scorched ground and broken metal told the story of another brutal fight against the Unknown Civilization.
People called their leaders the Seven Devils. Each one twisted a human idea—Bravery, Freedom, Luck, Greed, Lust, Salvation... and one, the nameless one, who stayed in the shadows.
Today, Yujin walked straight toward the palace of the Devil of Greed.
"Status check," he muttered. A hologram flickered to life in front of his eyes. Mana level? Good. Pistols loaded. He didn't fool himself; this could be his last stand.
The palace gates groaned open, slow and heavy. Inside, gold and cursed gems glared from every corner. And way at the end, a creature waited—human face, predator's eyes, smile sharp as a knife.
"So, humanity sends its last hope. Tell me, Yujin... what will you trade for your survival?"
Yujin didn't waste words. He lifted his pistols.
The fight exploded.
Mana blasts ripped through the air. Every shot from Yujin shattered gold pillars, blue light scorching the hall. Chains of cursed desire whipped toward him—he dodged, slid, rolled, firing back. He caught the Devil in the shoulder. The Devil just grinned, then called a hulking golden golem from the molten floor.
"You're not the first hero I've crushed."
Yujin bared his teeth. "And you're not crushing me."
He surged forward, one last burst of mana, one last shot—straight into the Devil's chest. The Devil's body broke apart, gold running like water across the floor.
Yujin turned to leave, but something stopped him cold.
A strange, crushing power pressed down on him.
He ran.
Outside, the world had changed. His army was gone. Bodies everywhere—some frozen in terror, some torn by something he couldn't even name. Smoke drifted up. No sound, just emptiness.
And at the center, a figure stood—beautiful, terrifying, glowing with crimson light.
The Devil of Lust.
"Poor commander... all that effort. And now, you die."
Yujin tried to raise his pistols. Nothing. He had nothing left.
He forced himself forward, but his legs gave out. He hit his knees.
The Devil's smile grew. "Beg for mercy."
Yujin stared up at the sky. Tears ran down his cheeks.
"God... please... give me one more chance. Just one. I'll fix everything. I swear—just let me try again..."
The world faded to white.
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He jolted awake, sucking in breath.
Everything was different. Quiet. A wooden ceiling above him. Birds outside. He scrambled up, ran to a mirror.
The face staring back—he was younger. Way younger.
A blue screen blinked into view:
[Status Window] Name: Lee Yujin
Age: 19
Class: None
Level: 1
Mana: 10/10
New Stat Unlocked: Mistake Solved (0)
He stared, hands shaking.
He'd been heard.
He was back.
Ten years earlier.
Yujin clenched his fists. "I'm not repeating the same life again."
To Be Continued.