Azrael was shocked.
In Ateria, it was this same System that had made him an Appraiser, and now, it had returned. He had a chance to be awakened again, but the System was here, as if it meant to spoil his opportunity.
He thought about ignoring it, hoping maybe he could dodge whatever was coming... but curiosity got the better of him.
"...Status," he muttered.
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[Status Window].
[Name: Azrael Talen]
[Level: 1]
[Class: Null]
[Title: Transmigrator]
[HP: 100]
[MP: 100]
[STR: 1]
[AGI: 1]
[VIT: 1]
[PER: 1]
[INT: 20]
[Fatigue: 0]
[Stat Points: 0]
[Skills]
[Appraisal:]
[ This skill allows the user to analyze and obtain detailed information about objects, creatures, and individuals. It is particularly useful for identifying the properties of weapons, armor, potions, and even assessing the strength or abilities of opponents.]
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Just as he was reading through it, another notification appeared in front of his eyes.
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[You have a new Daily Quest!]
[Quest Content:]
100 Push-ups
100 Sit-ups
100 Squats
Run 10 kilometers
[Warning:]
Failure to complete the quest will result in a Penalty.
[Rewards for Completion:]
3 Stat Points and a Random Reward Box
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Azrael'shand tightened Around his chin ,for he was deeply confused.
The System... it was different from the one he had known.
Although seeing the Appraisal skill made his mood sour, the difference between the two Systems was vast.
The Daily Quest, it had never existed in his old System.
And the Class, it was supposed to be "Appraiser," but now Appraisal appeared as just a skill, not a class.
This made him feel a little better.
Then his eyes drifted toward the Name section.
"Talen...?" he muttered.
He couldn't remember ever using that name in his past life and with the amnesia clouding this one, it was even stranger.
As for the Title, Transmigrator, he simply concluded it must be related to the process of his reincarnation.
With a sigh, Azrael decided to close the screen and look for a way out of the endless white world he found himself trapped in.
He was seriously starting to worry.
He looked around. trying to know If there was a door somewhere in this plain, white room, he couldn't see it. Everything was awfully white making his hair blend well with the colour.
The suffocating emptiness pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
Feeling trapped, he decided there was only one reasonable thing he could think of.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted:
"Hello!"
"Hellooooo!" he shouted louder.
Still, no answer. He began walking slowly around the room, each step sounding faintly against the crude smooth white floor
There was nothing but all walls, no ceiling, only floor that he could see and whiteness stretching on all through the place.
Until, near the simple bed he had woken up on, something caught his eye.
A small hand mirror, lying there as if it had been waiting for him.
He hesitated for a moment, then picked it up.
His hands trembled slightly.
Maybe it's time to see... what made me shout the first time, he thought grimly.
What I saw... it must have been a memory, not really me. It sounded correct in my ears... but reality...I guess reality would have to speak for itself
Taking a slow breath, Azrael lifted the mirror and looked into it.
What he saw left him stunned.
A pale, striking face stared back—his own, yet unfamiliar. His messy white hair looked like it had been effortlessly styled by chaos, and his sharp, golden eyes held a quiet edge, alert and calculating. A silver earring with black and red accents dangled from his ear, giving him a sleek, modern look—like someone who'd walked out of a runway in the rain with no intention of looking back.
He looked calm, composed… but undeniably dangerous.
Is this... me?
Although this body was undeniably weak—just like his past one—the face staring back at him was perfect. Too perfect.
Who was this before I came?
The question twisted in Azrael's mind like a thorn. Frustration tightened in his chest. No matter how hard he tried, no memories came. Nothing. Just a hollow silence where his past should've been.
How long will I keep going like this?
Do I even have a family?
Why aren't they looking for me...?
Those thoughts churned over and over, eating away at him.
Then, without warning, the endless white room shimmered slightly as if it had been listening. A door began to form out of the whiteness, smooth and seamless.
It slid open with a soft footstep, and in walked a figure.
She had a large, bright smile plastered across her face, like she'd just stepped into a reunion Azrael seeing her smiled .
"Finally, you're awake! I thought you were never going to open those pretty eyes," the girl said, striding in with that blinding smile still on her face. "You were in a coma for a whole week, you know? I was just about to head to the Awakening Centre when the doctors called, freaking out, saying if I didn't come get you, you might tear down their whole facility."
Azrael blinked, still processing. "Me? As weak as I am, tear down this place?" He let out a short laugh. "Oh, I wish. But… I'm actually feeling seriously energetic."
"Good," she said, already turning on her heel. "Then we're going shopping. We're hitting a boutique first to get you some decent clothes, then you're bathing at my apartment. After that, we head to the Awakening Centre."
She looked him up and down with mock horror.
"I refuse to be seen walking next to you dressed like that. Nah. Not happening. So come on, chop chop, there's not much time."
The two could be seen inside Lyra's sleek Tesla, gliding silently through the city. Surprisingly, Azrael felt… okay this time. No nausea. No dizziness. Just a strange sense of calm.
In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the ride eyes wide, quietly taking in the towering skyline, the vibrant ads, the sleek architecture, and the hum of life that surrounded them. The world felt like a dream painted in neon and glass.
When Lyra took a call, he stared at her phone like it was a living thing. The way it lit up, the smoothness of the screen, how her voice carried through it he was mesmerized. It was like watching magic.
Before long, the car rolled to a stop.
They had arrived at Seoul Central Park , a sprawling, high-tech plaza alive with motion. Holograms danced over the trees, drones buzzed overhead, and massive digital banners floated in the air. Thousands of people were gathered, some in uniform, others in casual wear, all forming long, organized lines.
It was clear at a glance,this was the place. The Awakening was happening here.
Time flew by, and before long, it was Lyra's turn.
She walked confidently up to the large containment machine an imposing, monolithic structure with glowing circuits pulsing across its surface. The crowd fell into a hush as she approached. With a steady breath, she placed her hands on the smooth interface.
A voice echoed from the machine, clear and mechanical.
"Begin mana transfer. Channel your energy into the system."
Closing her eyes, Lyra focused. The flow of mana surged from her core, pouring into the machine like a current.
At first, the interface lit up with a soft white glow. Then, in a sudden flash, it turned a searing red.
Gasps spread through the crowd as the light flared brighter and brighter, almost hard to look at. The rank indicator flickered first landing on A-Rank, then jumping higher. It climbed steadily… S-Rank.
Whispers and murmurs filled the air.
But just as quickly, the glowing red light dimmed slightly, and the rank display began to drop
A-Rank… B-Rank.
It stopped there.
Confusion rippled through the crowd, and even Lyra frowned slightly.
Why did it drop? she thought. That aura... that surge of power it was far stronger than what a B-rank should have produced. Her instincts told her something wasn't being shown on the surface.
Then the machine pulsed again, and its voice rang out:
"Awakening complete. Class assigned:
Blood Star Accendant.
Lyra's eyes widened.
That wasn't a common class… and definitely not a weak one.
She quickly stepped out of the building, a slim, black-bound book now in her hands. Her eyes scanned the crowd for Azrael. The moment she saw him, she smiled brightly.
"Your turn," she called. "Go up there, Azrael."
Without hesitation, Azrael moved forward, heading toward the machine.
Meanwhile, Lyra was immediately swarmed by eager guild recruiters. Flashy suits, business cards, and promises of power flew her way until someone asked her surname. The moment she answered, they froze… and scattered like flies. Whatever name she carried held weight. Enough to silence even the boldest.
Azrael reached the machine. Its voice rang out cold and clear:
"Begin mana transfer. Channel your energy into the system."
He obeyed without hesitation. A faint glow pulsed from the interface… then the announcement came.
"D-Rank Awakening complete. Class assigned: Assassin's Build. D-Rank."
A dull thud followed as a book was ejected from the side of the machine his guide, his only reward.
The crowd went quiet. Then came the whispers. The looks. Disdain, disappointment, disgust.
A D-Rank? Trash. Worthless.
But Azrael… he was used to this. These stares couldn't pierce him. Not anymore.
His eyes searched for the only person who'd stood beside him and found her.
Lyra.
But instead of pity or embarrassment… she smiled.
"Congratulations," she said warmly.
That made him pause. He tilted his head. "Why?"
"Huh?" she blinked, caught off guard.
"Why are you not acting like them?" he asked. "I'm just a D-rank Variant. Trash, right? Why are you smiling?"
Lyra stared at him for a second. then burst out laughing.
"Why would I care about that?" she grinned. "You saved me when I was weak. So now it's my turn to protect you."
Her answer… felt real. Solid. Like something worth holding onto.
He looked down at the book in his hand. "What's this for?"
"I'll explain when we get to the apartment," she said, nudging his shoulder. "And yes, I remember we need to get you a phone. Seriously, caveman."
They slipped into the car, and as the door shut, something flashed in Azrael's vision.
His system screen.
He looked around, startled, but Lyra didn't seem to notice. Not even a blink.
He turned to her. "Do you all have something like this? A system to guide your abilities?"
She thought about it, tapping her chin. "Calling it a 'system' is one way to put it. But no it's not visual. Our system is the book. Like yours. It looks empty now, but once you put your blood in it, you'll be surprised."
Azrael nodded, slowly understanding.
So this is different. This is just for me.
Curious, he turned his focus to the hovering interface again.
[New Skill Acquired: Assassin's Build – D-Rank]
That confused him. Wasn't that his class?
Then the screen shimmered—changing before his eyes.
[Altering skill...]
[Alteration successful.]
[New Skill: Assassin's Build – X-Rank]
[Description: A skill that mimics an assassin class. However, due to an unknown alteration, it has evolved into a skill tree with multiple side-skills. New side-skills unlock every 5 levels.]
[First Side Skill: Basic Dagger Mastery(upgradable)]
Azrael stared in stunned silence.
This wasn't a class... it was a skill.
And it had just rewritten itself. Due to the systems altercation.
Something inside him stirred He wasn't trash. Not even close.he has potential to make sure he wasn't weak in this world, he will never be as weak as he was in his past world. He committed suicide out of weakness, but it was not happening again. he was giving a second chance, and he will use it to the fullest.
And his system was a life changer although he hated systems because of his past encounters.
Soon they arrived at her apartment which was clouded in luxury.