Darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness.


    Xeran felt nothing. No pain, no warmth, no sound—only the lingering sensation of betrayal. His final memory was clear: a blade piercing his heart, wielded by the very comrades he had once trusted. The taste of blood on his lips, the burning rage in his soul.


    Then… silence.


    But death was not the end.


    A sudden surge of energy coursed through him, dragging him from the abyss. His eyes shot open, gasping for air as if surfacing from the depths of an ocean. Cold wind bit at his skin, and the scent of damp earth filled his lungs.


    “Where… am I?”


    Xeran pushed himself up, his body weak yet unfamiliar. He was lying in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees with glowing veins of blue energy running through their trunks. The sky above was a swirling mix of deep purple and gold, unlike anything he had ever seen before.


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    A sharp pain lanced through his head, and suddenly, information flooded his mind—memories that were not his own. This body belonged to a boy named Xeran, a supposed failure in a world governed by power. Mocked, abandoned, and left for dead.


    But not anymore.


    A chilling voice echoed in his mind.


    [System Activation: Beast Devourer Protocol Initiated.]


    Xeran''s breath hitched. A System? He had heard of such things in legends—ancient artifacts that granted unimaginable power. Before he could process it, a new sensation filled him, a hunger that burned in his core.


    Then, a low growl rumbled from the darkness ahead.


    A beast emerged from the shadows—a Nightfang Wolf, its obsidian fur bristling, its crimson eyes glowing with murderous intent. It was starving… and so was he.


    A strange instinct took over. He raised his hand, and as the wolf lunged, time seemed to slow. The System’s voice rang out once more.


    [Devourer Skill Activated: Consume.]


    The moment the wolf’s fangs neared him, Xeran’s palm erupted with dark energy, swallowing the beast whole. A flood of power surged through his veins—its strength, its instincts, its hunger. He could feel it all.


    His fingers curled into a fist. He felt stronger. Faster.


    This… this is only the beginning.


    As the wind howled through the trees, Xeran smirked. He had been given a second chance. He would rise, stronger than ever before. And this time… no one would stand in his way.