Ares was incarnated into this world at the very bottom of society—nameless, powerless, and forgotten.
He rose through blood and sweat until he became one of the Twelve Pillars, a companion to the prophesied hero against the encroaching darkness.
But in the final war, everyone fell.
Only Ares stood until the very end, burning away his very life to slay the Demon King.
In his final breath, he felt no regret.
Instead, he grasped an ugly truth: everything had been a play written by fate, and every so-called “hero” was nothing more than a puppet, hiding their ugliness behind a mask of hope.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself returned to the day of his incarnation.
But this time, a mysterious system was with him.
So he decided he would no longer be anyone’s shadow.
He would not follow fate, nor protect false heroes.
This time, he would write his story with his own hands.
He would crush the laws of the world and tear apart the very threads of destiny itself.
From now on, he would live for no one but himself.

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