Reborn: Apocalypse

On a world very far from Micheal's own, a man could be seen casually shuffling a deck of cards. This man had long black hair, tied up in a messy ponytail and a set of piercing blue eyes. His face was engaging and handsome, with a strong chin and a small nose.

His muscular arms flexed slightly as he shuffled the cards, tossing them from one hand to another. The man was sitting at a large, ornate looking brown desk. Around him, a vast library spread out, full of various texts. The roof was covered in painted scenes, reminiscent of the renaissance period back on Earth.

As he shuffled these cards, he spoke out loud.

"Seed 8,841 has gained roughly 55,000 Points in the past week, excellent progress. She will need to tone it down, though, to avoid drawing attention. Seed 3,256 seems to be the best option for taking on the Heaven Slayer Sect in the Second Layer but I'm no-" Abruptly, the man stopped speaking, his hands freezing.

From out of nowhere, a black wisp of smoke seemed to come into existence, floating in the room briefly. This wisp of darkness flew through the air to wrap around the man, absorbing into him.

"Ah. Seed 1,879 died unexpectedly. That's a shame, I liked that one. Not many among the decent Second Wavers reminded me of myself. Let's see… how did he die?" As he talked to himself, he casually flicked one of the playing cards forward.

THUNK

The card flew through the air with an incredible amount of force, slamming into a large metal shield that had been set on the wall opposite his desk. The playing card easily pierced through the metal shield, a Black Iron Shield purchased from the Shop for 56,000 Points, stabbing halfway into the stone wall behind.

"Hmm? He was… hit with a blast of Elemental Lightning, while his Defensive Artifact was busy, and then stabbed through the head." He muttered.

"His killer really took no chances, huh. Shame." He sighed again,

"1,879, you were supposed to help me test Arcadia's defenses in a few weeks, not die randomly. Another failed Seed, I really should have left more in the First Layer or brought them all up…"

If Micheal had been there, he would've recognized the speaker.

It was a figure he knew very well. A figure that became infamous in the original timeline of the 7 Layers.

A man known as the Vile King.

Constantine Lancaster.

Micheal had inadvertently killed one of the many unwitting subordinates of the Vile King.

A man Micheal had vowed to kill.

If Micheal were to have overheard the Vile King compare himself to Xavier, he would've agreed that they were similar.

They were both insane.

The major difference between the two lay in that insanity, however. Xavier let his obsessions and compulsions control him, growing so powerful in part thanks to the magical Seed the Vile King had planted in him.

Constantine, on the other hand…


He was an actual genius, incredibly intelligent and driven. His planning and foresight were extraordinary, making him one of the most dangerous men in all of existence.

Xavier had been responsible for the deaths of thousands in the future.

The Vile King was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of millions in the future, all before vanishing, his whereabouts unknown by the time the Last Army formed.

Constantine sighed, rubbing his eyes. He stood up from his desk, still holding the cards in his hand as he turned to look out a window.

Before him, a world of magic unfolded. Instead of a regular skyline and horizon, he looked out upon dozens of floating islands, some connected by thin land bridges while others were carved off and alone, floating above a vast void of darkness.

The Third Layer. The Miracle World of Floating Islands.

Slowly, Constantine flicked a card from one finger to another, his eyes piercing into the rising darkness of the dying evening. He began to speak aloud to himself, in contemplation.

"Humanity is far too weak. If I leave them as they are, my entire species will be wiped out by the other Races…" He sighed deeply, his mouth twisting in genuine pain,

"One day, you all will thank me. I am not doing this for pride or for glory. I am doing this because I must. I am doing this for all of you, for the survival of our species." He shook his head,

"Well, 1,879, you may have perished, but you have helped find a new potential Seed. I'm almost at 10,000 Seeds now. Hmm…" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully,

"I'll leave for the Fourth soon… I should begin testing humanity, preparing them. The Second Layer is already prepared, but perhaps I should activate some of the strong Seeds in the First instead of bringing them up…" His eyes flashed,

"Without great suffering, humanity will never rise up."

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Back on the First Layer, Micheal had recovered from his shock.

'If that is the case… it all makes sense.' Micheal stared at the body of the killer, where the black wisp had vanished from.

'He was one of Constantine's slaves.' His eyes hardened,

'That was clearly a Seed Remnant.'

The Ability that the Vile King possessed was incredibly powerful.

It was a Limited Ability that he purchased when he arrived here, in the First Wave, for 825,000 Points. He was one of those that started with a massive Points total.

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Empyrean Soul Root - 825,000 (1/1)

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'If I recall, those Seeds worked just like upgrading one's Physique, increasing someone's talent and potential.' His eyes flashed,

'But they also linked your soul to that of Constantine himself. By doing so, your Abilities would grow stronger and you would become stronger faster, with your Soul stat boosted… but you also became an unwitting servant of his. While he couldn't force you to do anything, he could shape your thoughts, directing them, guiding them…' He frowned,

'Manipulating them.'

The Vile King's influence was spread far and wide.

'But I didn't think he did much of anything on the First Layer.' His frown deepened.

'The Great Disaster on the Second Layer was caused by him… but I don't recall hearing about anything on the First.'

He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he walked up to Xavier's body, ignoring the blood pooling out of it. He reached out with his right hand, jerking his Steelborn sword out. He winced slightly, a feeling of lightheadedness swarming over him.

His Recovery stat was well above that of a normal human's, but still nowhere near capable of healing an injury this bad. His entire left arm was essentially dead, almost completely numb. As he felt the wooziness, he reacted, his hand flicking off to the side.

A Life Orb appeared, flying out of his body for a scant second.

crack

The orb shattered.

WHOOSH

Instantly, his body magically restored itself, all of his injuries healing in an instant. The numb and aching pain from his left arm vanished as if it had never been.

Sophia looked on, unsurprised. After their week of combat and hunting together, Micheal had come to trust her enough to explain how they functioned. He'd explained it to her after they had come back from hunting one night, giving her a brief rundown.

Her reaction had been rather amusing.

"You can come back to life with those little orbs?!" She had eyed him askance as they talked, inside one of the open lounges in a random skyscraper.

"Yes." He'd nodded.

"Like… life, life. Like, you can die, but then come back." She seemed unconvinced.

"Yes, that is what I said." He shrugged.

"But what if you die of disease or like food poisoning. Does it still work?"

"I would assume so."

She had stared at him in disbelief for a moment before she recalled how Micheal had seemingly died and come back when fighting the Pirate Lord. Her eyes widened as that mystery was solved.

She then turned and glared at him for hiding that from her.

"So if I shoot you right now…" She said as she fingered a small handgun,

"You will die but then come back."

Micheal squinted at her, his eyes narrowed,

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"Let's finish this discussion at a later date."

He shook the memory from his mind as he looked down silently at the corpse of the serial killer for a brief moment. He reached down and picked up the Nullification Aura Necklace. He then quickly searched the man's body, finding little else. He snagged the two blades that Xavier had wielded, White Steel Swords that cost 5,200 Points in the shop.

And then, before he did anything else, he instantly went to the Ability tabs on the Shop and picked out the Impact Release Ability.

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Impact Release - 45,000 (2/20)

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He immediately purchased it. The Points he had gained from killing Xavier had totaled enough, even with the Points he spent, to purchase it.

'Better safe than sorry. If I'm gonna buy it, there's no reason to not get it instantly.' He thought as he felt the Ability merge with his Status, knowledge entering his mind.

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— - Status — -

Name: Micheal Care

Points: 1,782

Race: Human*

Physique: 1 Star

Age: 18

- Stats -

Strength - 40

Endurance - 28

Recovery - 26

Soul - 10

Abilities - (4/7)

Life Orb Master

Ki Cultivator (Mortal Tier - Middle)

Grandmaster Sword Mastery (1/5)

Impact Release

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Instinctively, he could feel a certain awareness in his mind. The Impact Release Ability was one that he could activate at any time for a brief period. Any blows that hit his body in that time were magically recorded, an equal amount of energy stored in his soul, though the damage from those impacts remained unchanged.

He could sense that, with a single thought, he could unleash that stored energy in whatever manner he pleased.

'Huh.' He blinked, stretching his fingers.

'I'll test it later. Right now…' He looked at Sophia, giving her a thumbs up.

"He doesn't have a Spatial Ring or anything else noteworthy, but he's definitely dead. He won't be killing anyone else."

Sophia nodded as she looked back at him, her eyes moving underneath the mask she wore. After a short moment, she responded,

"What about them? We can't just leave them here! They'll die." She motioned at the unconscious team laying at her feet.

"Let's take 'em inside and toss them in one of the rooms. They'll wake up before anything dangerous happens in a little bit." He walked over to her. As he moved, he pulled at his clothes. The battle had ruined his shirt, though his pants were fine. He'd need to change once they went below.

"After that, we'll continue on our way. The Godfather Organization's HQ is about 30 minutes from here." He scooped up one of the unconscious figures, one of the heavier looking men. He then grabbed another one, carrying one on each shoulder.

Sophia clenched her fists as she heard that, giving him a nervous nod.

As he began to carry the unconscious men down, a seed of worry wormed its way into his heart.

'Constantine will know I killed Xavier, though he won't know my face thanks to the mask. I didn't know he had any Seeds down here, I thought they were all concentrated on the 2nd Layer and higher… I need to spread word of the Golden Morenkai killing method as well as the Dragon Building Liquid quickly.'

The Vile King had his nickname for a reason, something he embraced. Countless disasters were caused by him, all in his insane mission to 'strengthen' humanity.

There were tens of thousands of Clusters. Not all of them were occupied. In fact, many of them weren't occupied at all. Despite that, each Cluster would spawn multiple Golden Morenkai a week.

If humanity could start harvesting these Morenkai on a mass scale… the average Points value per human would jump enormously. If this combined with the Dragon Building Liquid to get tons of fighters to a 1 Star Physique this early on… the potential the human race had would jump by a huge margin.

The warriors of humanity would have a much easier time resisting the disasters the Vile King unleashed, and might even benefit from them.

'The Golden Morenkai drain the electricity of a skyscraper, shutting down the nearby street lights. What's the best method to use for people to track this…' Micheal pondered the question in his mind as he entered the stairwell, moving down into the skyscraper.

He sighed,

'Maybe Shin will have figured something out.'

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