He opened his eyes.
Silence. Darkness. The scent of rot.
Where... am I?
Cold wood pressed against his back. Dirt above him. His fingers twitched—dead skin moving, bones cracking back to life.
Then, a voice inside his mind:
"Rexurr accepted. Soul bound. Resurrection complete."
He gasped, air rushing into lungs that hadn't breathed in seven days.
He had died. And someone had brought him back.
And someone had brought him back.
He froze—Then suddenly let out a roar:
"I'll tear him to pieces!"
His voice was hoarse, soaked in fury and disbelief.
Then, as memories surged like a flood, his eyes widened.
"I was in the cave… fighting… bleeding.""I was protecting my love, my brother, my kingdom—my world!"
His fists clenched, trembling with rage.
As he struggled to sit up, the coffin lid shattered above him with a crack like thunder. Light poured in — too bright, too sudden. He raised a trembling hand to shield his eyes.
A figure stood in the light.
A woman. Beautiful, untouchable, terrifying.
Long blond hair spilled over her shoulders like silk. Her eyes were pale gray — cold and sharp like forged steel.
A glowing hex mark shimmered faintly on her chest, just beneath the folds of her dark robe.
She tilted her head, smiled faintly, and said:
"Welcome to the GAME"
"Game...? What game?"
"I don't know what the hell you are…" he growled, staggering to his feet, "but I swear—if you're part of this, I'll tear you apart just like I did him."
His legs trembled as he stepped forward—one foot, then another. The light faded behind her, revealing the edge of a ruined wasteland beyond.
Then she spoke again.
A single word.
And everything froze.
His muscles locked. Breath caught in his throat. Even the blood in his veins felt cold.
She stepped closer, eyes unreadable.
"You died with fury in your soul," she said softly. "That rage is fuel. That pain is power."
He couldn't move. Couldn't even blink.
"I brought you back to give you a choice," she whispered. "Serve as my volunteer. Help me destroy the devils outside this land."
Her fingers raised slightly. The hex mark on her chest pulsed.
"Or…" her voice dropped to a whisper, "I'll drain the resurrection energy inside you and give it to another corpse. One of them."
A pause.
"Your soul will die for real this time. Forgotten."
Silence.
Then the system spoken :
[Choice Detected]
A: Volunteer for the Outer Gate War]
B: Reject. Energy Transfer Initiated.]
He chose.
Not because he trusted her.
But because she brought him back from the dead.
"…I accept," he said through clenched teeth.
The woman's smile deepened. She stepped back as a warm light surged through his veins — sealing the pact.
[Mission Accepted: Volunteer of the Outer Gate War]
[New Skill Tree Unlocked: Soulblade Path I]
Then she turned.
"You'll work with my servant," she said. "She'll show you the way."
A shadow stepped forward.
A woman — tall, powerful, silent.
Her skin was bronze, muscles coiled like a bowstring.
A crimson bindi glowed between her brows, pulsing like a third eye.
Without a word, she dropped to one knee before the woman.
Then turned her gaze to him.
He hesitated—then slowly, stiffly, knelt down too.
Not from obedience.
But survival.
The servant stood, motioned silently, and began walking toward the dark side of the ruined mountain.
They traveled in silence. The wind howled like forgotten ghosts.
Finally, they arrived at a cave entrance — black and yawning like a beast's open mouth.
She stopped, handed him a curved dagger laced with runes.
Then, in a low voice, she said:
"Kill all of them. Leave no one alive."
He stared at her.
"What… who are they?"
She said nothing.
He stepped forward… and froze.
Inside the cave were children.
Human boys and girls, huddled around a weak fire, their eyes wide with fear.
Some wore rags.
Some were crying.
Some… looked barely old enough to walk.
His heart slammed into his chest.
[Optional Objective: Mercy Rejection – Kill without hesitation for bonus rewards]
He gripped the dagger.
His hand trembled.
What kind of war is this?
He stood frozen at the cave mouth, staring at the children.
Tiny shoulders. Tear-streaked faces.
Their eyes met his — not with hatred… but hope.
His grip tightened on the dagger. His heartbeat roared in his ears.
He turned to the servant.
"Why?" he asked. "What did they do? What sin justifies this?"
The yogi woman didn't blink.
"Useless fool."
She moved like lightning.
Her palm struck his chest.
He didn't even scream — just collapsed, airless, weightless. His body hit the ground like a ragdoll.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
[Soul Integrity Severed]
[Player Death Detected]
A soft green light drifted from his chest. It shimmered… cracked… then flickered out.
Through his dying vision, he saw her again —
The servant.
Expressionless.
She stepped into the cave and drew her blade.
And then —
Slaughter.
One by one.
Without hesitation.
Without mercy.
The children's screams burned themselves into his soul as the last bit of him faded into void.
…
Then —
Light.
A cold wind.
And breath — again.
He opened his eyes.
He was alive. Again.
But now, there was a glowing message hovering in the air before him:
[Welcome to the Game]
[Why did you kill the children?]
[No instructions were given.]
His hands trembled. His mouth went dry.
This wasn't just a mission.
This wasn't just a test.
This was a trap.
He rose to his feet, eyes blazing.
"What kind of Fuxxing game is this?" he shouted into the sky.
"Why are you doing this to children?!" If there is a game why there come no instruction !