Kael Virethorn… died.
Consumed by his own chaos magic, torn apart by space cracks of his own making. His final spell was a curse upon the world and a death sentence upon himself.
But just three minutes after his destruction—
His consciousness snapped back.
"—What…?"
His mind awoke like a crashing wave, rushing back with thoughts, memories, instincts.
A feeling he hadn't felt in centuries surged through him again—life.
The beat of a heart, the flow of breath, the echo of a soul inside a vessel.
Am I alive again?
Shock and confusion overwhelmed him.
Is this an illusion? A soul trap by the Magic Council? Did those bastards seal me in a dream?
He quickly dismissed it.
No… impossible. Controlling a soul—especially mine—is beyond them. Even sacrificing a soul to harness its energy was temporary. But to manipulate one directly? Impossible.
He remembered the absolute law of the world:
> "No soul can be destroyed completely. Even 1% of it will return to the Creator of All Lives."
And that Creator… gave freedom to all living beings. Kael believed in that law. It was one of the few unbreakable truths even his magic could not bend.
Still—
I'm… not in my body.
His soul scanned the vessel it now inhabited.
This body… young… healthy… about 19, maybe nearing 20. Strong bones, clear blood channels… it's a human vessel…
His eyes opened slowly, powered by sheer inner will. A blinding white light flooded his vision.
A ceiling—pristine, glossy. The scent of sanitization hung thick in the air. He could hear the faint beep of machines.
A hospital.
The room was high-class.
White marble floors, polished to a shine. Soft ambient lighting with no flicker. A massive LED screen displayed a soft oceanic background. Nearby stood a premium-grade health monitor, quietly tracking vitals.
The walls were light grey with gold trims, elegant but not ostentatious. Even the bedsheets were satin-lined.
This is no ordinary place.
Kael tried to move—nothing. His limbs were heavy, paralyzed.
I'm bedridden…
Coma? That would explain the lack of soul resistance. This body was barely alive—just enough for my soul to enter without rejection.
His mind activated completely, falling into analysis mode.
Conclusion: - This body belonged to a young man in a coma. Based on the room's luxury, he's either rich or from a wealthy family. But… this feels different.
His brows tensed.
Wait… this skyline… the curvature of the ceiling design… this hospital brand on the monitor…
He blinked again, focusing on the digital clock and language on the screen. English. Earth-standard.
His heart skipped.
"…No way," he whispered in his mind.
This… is Earth.
My home planet. My origin. The place I left behind thousands of years ago…
For a moment, his eternal soul trembled with something rare—joy.
"I'm back."
Tears welled in his inner consciousness, invisible but profound.
After 800 years… after betrayal, battle, blood, and death... the Almighty has granted me another chance.
He smiled softly inside.
>
"Let's now live in peace... in this life given by God."
Perfect
A Soul Between Worlds so cool
As Kael lay there, his new body still immobile, a soft, amused smile flickered within his mind.
He remembered it all.
That cursed world…
"Velgrath."
A name that once sent fear through kingdoms and cracked empires at the sound of it.
That world… was nothing short of a living hell.
He recalled blood-soaked battlefields, backstabbing courts, and cultists feasting on flesh while praying to false gods.
"There was no righteousness… no mercy… no morals. Only power, politics, and parasites."
He thought of the fake heroes, parading as saviors of mankind.
Men who smiled on the surface, only to hoard wealth, women, and titles behind golden walls, while the weak starved and died in the gutter.
Velgrath was humanity cloaked in demon skin.
Kael scoffed.
"And I survived that world."
A short laugh escaped in his mind.
"If it weren't for that Book… and my Masters…"
"I would've died within two days of awakening there."
His thoughts paused at the mention of them—his Masters. Their names forgotten to the world, but etched into his soul.
Mysterious, ancient, powerful… and merciless in their teachings.
He smiled again, more gently now.
"What a joke of a life that was… but it made me who I am."
That moment of peace was interrupted.
His heartbeat—accelerated.
The hospital monitor beside him began to beep rapidly. The screen flashed in warning.
Outside, a nurse peeked in and walked toward the room with calm steps.
She entered casually—young, beautiful in a quiet, natural way. Her long black hair tied neatly, wearing the standard white nurse uniform with a badge that read "Aya."
Seeing no visible change in the patient, she sighed, unplugged the monitor with a light click, and moved to sit on a bench near the window. Her heels tapped softly.
Then… she pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
She leaned back, staring at Kael's motionless body.
"Life's so unfair," she muttered.
Kael heard her.
He could feel his new ears picking up every word, even though his body couldn't respond.
"Three years… and still in a coma. Can't this guy just wake up already?"
She exhaled smoke, flicking ash onto the tray beside her.
"Handsome, tall, and born in one of the richest awakening families in the city… what a waste."
"Eldest son of the Household. A family of S-Rank Awakeners. And he's stuck like this—rotting in bed."
Kael's mind froze.
Household… Awakener? S-Rank?
This world has ranks? Magic systems? Could be another evolved power culture… but seems modern.
His brain kicked into gear again, processing.
He's young… rich… good-looking… from a powerful lineage…
Kael chuckled in his mind.
"Guess I'm blessed this time. I don't even need to struggle to survive."
Still, a sharp part of him stayed alert.
"But what is this 'Awakener' system? I'll need more data before acting recklessly. Until then, conserve energy."
Then, calmly, he called inward with his will:
"Book."
No chant. No hand signs. Just intent.
The space beside his hospital bed shimmered—lightless, weightless—and a floating black tome appeared. Its cover was stitched with ethereal gold veins. The symbol of an open eye blinked on its surface.
The Book of Omnigrim.
"You called?" it whispered in a dry, amused tone.
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Chapter: The Book Returns, and So Does Fate
A black shimmer appeared beside Kael's bed, and out floated the one thing that made him feel truly alive again—
The Book of Omnigrim.
It hovered like a silent wraith, bound in black leather etched with golden sigils, pulsing gently like it had a heartbeat of its own.
And then…
"Hellooo, Owner~!"
The Book spoke in a cheerful, teasing voice.
"You're looking more… horizontal than usual today!"
Kael blinked mentally.
"Did... did you bring me to this world?"
The floating book paused mid-air. Its eye on the cover opened slightly, glowing dim.
Then… its voice dropped, now serious.
"Owner… after that last destruction spell you cast—'Chaotic Void Collapse'—your body was erased, your soul scattered… I had to shift dimensions to preserve you."
Kael was moved.
"I see. Then… thank y—"
"Haha! I lied~"
The Book interrupted, cackling like a mischievous goblin.
"I didn't bring you here. In fact, even I don't know who did."
Kael's face darkened—not physically, but in his mind.
"You damn paper demon..."
Still, he took a deep breath (metaphorically). He had more pressing concerns.
Turning his senses outward, Kael analyzed the room—luxury hospital, VIP suite, cutting-edge machines. He recalled the nurse's words from earlier.
Rich family. Eldest son. Awakeners. S-Rank.
He glanced at the Book.
"Can anyone in this world see you?"
That was important. In Velgrath, only Continental Mages could see the book vaguely. Only World Mages could see it clearly.
He had to know if the same applied here.
To test it, Kael subtly looked at the nurse.
She stared at him.
Then at the space in front of him where the Book floated.
And then… looked away like nothing was there.
She saw nothing.
Relief flooded Kael's mind.
"Good. It's still hidden from normal people."
Suddenly, a beam of golden light erupted in his vision, invisible to everyone else. A strange, mechanical voice echoed in his consciousness.
[Awakening Criteria Detected.]
[Analyzing Host…]
[Compatibility: 99.9%]
[Congratulations, Host. You have Awakened as: SS-Rank — Title: War God.]
Both Kael and the Book froze.
"Huh!?"
The Book yelped.
"You awakened just like that?! No rituals? No circles? Just lying there and BAM?!"
Kael was about to speak when—
His finger twitched.
He noticed.
So did the nurse.
She gasped loudly, her cigarette falling to the floor.
"HE MOVED!"
Panic and shock overtook her calm demeanor. She stumbled out of the room, yelling:
"DOCTOR!! COME QUICK! HE'S AWAKE! THE COMA PATIENT IS MOVING!!"
Kael, now very much not in a coma anymore, whispered internally:
"War God…? Awakeners…? Looks like I just stepped into another storm."
The Book fluttered its pages nervously.
"Well… at least it's not Velgrath again."
So these is my new life
Let's me see what this world brings me where