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After the evolution,
my body felt…
New.
The kind of lightness that made it feel like my body had finally caught up with my soul after a lifetime of lagging behind.
But it had changed—
A lot.
I could feel it.
Even if they hadn't noticed yet.
Too distracted. Too tense.
The Academy's combat uniform?
Flexible. Adaptive.
It reshaped itself to match the perfect symmetry of my new body.
So nothing looked off.
Not yet, anyway.
But once things calmed down—
They'd see it.
The changes.
The near-divine charm.
And what was I supposed to say to them?
I couldn't explain this.
To them, we'd just arrived in the Garden of Eden.
No death. No screams. No angel. No hell.
Just me—
Suddenly different.
It didn't make sense.
Not to them.
But for now...
That could wait.
Right now,
I had something more important to do.
So I reached for my Personal Attribute.
[[ You cannot access information on Personal Attribute: ■■■■■'s ■■■■■ (?) ]]
I tried again. And again.
[[ You do not have enough authority over the story. ]]
I kept going. Furiously. Desperately.
But no matter how hard I willed it—
The screen never changed.
I had so many questions—
About the white void.
About what I'd become.
About why the Akashic Record refused to name my personal attribute.
Which, honestly, is ridiculous.
The Akashic Record exists to control everything.
It's supposed to be a god without a will. A machine that runs reality.
So I turned to the only thing that did respond:
[ Story Points ]
The section lit up—
And this time,
It gave me something.
[[ Story Points: A conceptual authority. The more you influence the story, the more Story Points you gain.
Story Points may be consumed to alter the story, story elements or its events—
by paying a sufficient cost. ]]
I stared at the description.
So that's what it meant.
That's how time was rewound.
That's how my desperate scream became reality.
Not for free.
But by burning every single Story Point I'd earned since arriving in this world.
I don't know how many it cost me,
but I'm sure Story Points alone weren't enough.
It had something to do with the white void too.
I just… haven't figured out how yet.
I was still thinking about it
when a second prompt appeared:
> [[ Story Points are passively gained when you: ]]
— Change important events
— Deeply affect key characters
— Alter the original storyline
So this is what I have to do to get a happy ending in this cursed world?
Really?
It's still telling me to save this fucking world?
Like giving someone a paper sword and asking them to slay a dragon.
The protagonist, Cale Ashblood—
he tried.
998 times.
A broken cheat of a man—and still, he failed.
So even with this,
there's no way I can say with confidence that I can save this world.
But…
It gave me a choice.
And for now, maybe that's enough.
I still didn't know anything about
■■■■■'s ■■■■■ (?)
Even in the novel—No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression—
there was no mention of a white void.
No Lucifer Blackthrone.
I don't even know if that kind of character existed in the original.
And yet…
Blackthrone is my previous life's family name.
So now I can say it:
The synchronization worked.
My soul from the original reality,
my body from this novel's world,
and the angel of ruin—
All of it came together to make my evolution successful.
I calmed myself.
Tried to breathe.
And that's when I realized something—
The inhuman calm I felt inside the white void…
That wasn't mine.
That was the void's doing.
Now that I was out of it,
everything came crashing down again.
But I didn't have time to fall apart.
I pulled up my stat screen.
It was time to allocate my free stat points.
Because if I was going to kill that monster—
Alone—
And stop the tragedy from repeating…
I'd need a plan.
A perfect one.
Even now—at D-Rank—
the Obsidian Howler was still too strong.
It's a fucking A+ class monster.
If I rushed in like last time…
Everyone would die again.
Just thinking about it made my head burn.
My thoughts caught fire with rage.
I wanted to rip that thing apart.
Tear it to shreds.
I made up my mind.
No one dies this time.
Not on my watch.
I'll kill that monster.
Even if I have to become one.
[ Statistics ]
Strength: 10 Stamina: 10 Speed: 10
Perception: 10 Health: 10 Mana: Null
Perseverance: 58 Luck: 45 Charm: 91
[ Story Points: 0 ]
[ Free Stat Points: 180 ]
One hundred eighty points.
A rare gift—
The result of evolution, synchronization, and survival.
I knew better than to waste it.
These points weren't just numbers.
They were choices.
Weapons.
Armor.
The difference between life and death.
I exhaled.
And began.
[ +40 Points → Strength ]
The moment I confirmed it—
A tidal wave of raw, physical power roared through my veins.
My muscles coiled like steel cables.
Every movement suddenly felt lethal.
I clenched my fist.
I could tear that fucking monster apart.
For a second, I believed it.
But I caught myself.
Calm down.
That's the illusion of power—
Not the reality.
[[ Strength: 50 ]]
B-Rank Strength Achieved
(Stat Range: 41–50)
[ +40 Points → Speed ]
The second wave came fast.
My limbs—lighter than air.
The air—slower than me.
Everything around me felt like it had dropped a frame.
This… this is speed.
Now I could see it coming.
The future I lived—
The one where Elin died in a blink—
It haunted me.
But now?
I'd move faster than that blink.
[[ Speed: 50 ]]
B-Rank Speed Achieved
[ +40 Points → Perception ]
And then—
The world opened up.
Details screamed for attention.
The Garden of Eden…
No—
It changed.
I saw it.
A bug.
Tiny.
Perched on a leaf twenty meters away.
Its eyes had legs.
What the hell…?
It wasn't just vision.
It was awareness.
A sixth sense.
A survival instinct forged by clarity.
[[ Perception: 50 ]]
B-Rank Perception Achieved
[ +40 Points → Health ]
An unfamiliar warmth settled into my bones—
Not the fever of strength or the chill of perception.
This was foundation.
Steady. Solid.
Like a wall that wouldn't fall.
My breathing evened out.
My posture adjusted without thinking.
I could feel the density in my frame—
Like I wasn't just standing.
I was anchored to the world.
I could take a hit.
Maybe just one.
But sometimes… one is all you need.
[[ Health: 50 ]]
B-Rank Health Achieved
[ +10 Points → Stamina ]
Not flashy.
Not immediate.
But necessary.
Because no matter how strong—
How fast—
How perceptive—
If I burned out halfway through the fight…
None of it would matter.
Energy surged through me like quiet electricity.
It didn't roar—it thrummed.
Like a quiet vow to keep going no matter what.
[[ Stamina: 20 ]]
E-Rank Stamina Achieved
(Stat Range: 11–20)
That left me with 10 points.
I didn't spend them.
Not yet.
For emergencies.
For desperate situations.
For the unseen variables.
Because if this world had taught me anything, it was this:
Expect the unexpected—
And bleed for every second you hesitate.
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"Hey. Why are you spacing out in the middle of a conversation?"
Aren's voice cut through my thoughts—irritated, sharp, familiar.
"We don't have time for this. Let's go. We need to kill some monsters if we want to pass the Practical Test."
His words pulled me back.
For a second, I'd forgotten.
I'd slipped again into my head—into strategies, memories, regrets.
Trying to survive the next catastrophe before it even starts.
If I don't fix this habit, it'll be the end of me.
I took a breath, slow and steady.
Let the fog in my mind clear.
Then I nodded once.
"…Yeah. Sorry."
Let's go kill some monsters.
Before they become the least of our problems.
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