The chains bit into my wrists every time I breathed.

  Iron cuffs, reinforced with mana sigils, pinned my arms behind the thick stone pillar. The runes crawled along the metal like blue veins, tightening whenever I moved too much, burning my skin in a dull, steady ache.

  I’d felt worse.

  “Rael Ardyn,” the High Inquisitor’s voice rang across the plaza, booming with magic, “once hailed as the Hero of Humanity… now stands before us as its greatest traitor.”

  The crowd roared.

  They chanted my name like a curse.

  “Trai-tor! Trai-tor! Trai-tor!”

  I lifted my head.

  The execution plaza of Valeron hadn’t changed. White stone. Gold-trimmed banners hanging from the spires. The statue of the First King looming over everything, sword raised toward the sky in eternal victory.

  I used to love this place.

  I’d stood here once, bathed in sunlight and cheers, a fresh sword at my hip, the newly named Hero of Humanity.

  Now I stood barefoot and bloodied, head bowed, wrists bound to a pillar meant for criminals.

  Rows of armored knights lined the edges of the plaza, shields braced, spears angled inward. White-robed priests of the Holy Church stood behind the Inquisitor, faces serene, eyes cold.

  And beyond them, on the balcony of the palace, the king and queen watched me die.

  They were dressed in mourning black.

  For show.

  My gaze slid past them to the crests hanging behind their thrones.

  The Five High Houses.

  Velis. Karsen. Tormund. Hale.

  And Ardyn—my house, my blood.

  Four of the sigils gleamed, flawlessly enameled gold.

  The fifth—Ardyn’s twin silver falcons—had a thin crack in the enamel.

  I almost laughed.

  Hypocrites.

  “Rael Ardyn,” the Inquisitor repeated, drawing my attention back. His staff glowed with pale light. “Do you understand the charges laid upon you?”

  I didn’t answer.

  He didn’t need me to.

  The air shimmered as words appeared above him, projected for the crowd.

  High Treason against the Human Dominion

  Collaboration with Beasts and Non-Human Filth

  Unlawful Use of Forbidden Magic

  Attempted Collapse of the World Order

  The last line made the crowd hiss like they’d all been stabbed.

  Collapse of the world order.

  They loved that phrase. They could wrap their fear and hatred in it and pretend it was righteousness.

  The Inquisitor turned to them, voice rising. “For years, this man stood as our shield against the beasts. You fed him with your taxes. You clothed him in sacred armor. You gave him your sons and daughters as comrades at arms. And what did he do?”

  The answer was scripted.

  The crowd screamed it anyway.

  “HE BETRAYED US!”

  He let the noise crest, then fall.

  “In secret,” he said, “Rael Ardyn consorted with the demon-blooded. He wielded their foul magic. He turned his blade against his own soldiers. He opened our borders to the beasts. He would have dragged humanity into the void, had we not stopped him in time.”

  Stopped me?

  I remembered the battlefield they didn’t mention.

  The valley they refused to name.

  Once, it had been a haven—trees arched overhead like a green cathedral, rivers cutting silver lines through the grass. A place where beastkin children chased each other, elven healers sang under the branches, dwarven forges glowed at dusk.

  A place that had felt more like home than Ardyn Manor ever had.

  I remembered sitting at a rough wooden table while a beastkin girl with tawny ears argued with a half-elf boy over who made better stew. Elders laughing. Children climbing on my shoulders. Someone shoving a cup of spiced tea into my hands.

  “Sir Rael,” the old draken elder had said, scales glinting softly in the firelight. “Next time, bring sweets for the little ones. Heroes shouldn’t arrive empty-handed.”

  A small, imperfect Eden.

  Until we burned it.

  Until I helped burn it.

  Now, in the official version, it was simply “the Great Cleansing of the Eastern Wilds.”

  “Any last words, traitor?” the Inquisitor asked.

  The plaza fell silent, waiting.

  I lifted my head slowly, meeting his eyes.

  “Just one,” I said.

  He raised his chin. “Speak.”

  I let the words fall out like cold iron.

  “You should’ve killed me sooner.”

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  The crowd erupted in outrage.

  “Silence him!” the Inquisitor snapped.

  A priest muttered a spell, and invisible magic clamped over my mouth, sealing the words in the air like a curse.

  The Inquisitor turned back to the crowd. “Then let his silence be his only answer.”

  He raised his staff high.

  “By the will of the King, the Church, and the Dominion of Man—Rael Ardyn, you are sentenced to death. Your soul will be offered to the Goddess as payment for your sins.”

  The air grew heavy as the execution rite formed.

  Pillars of light rose around the base of the statue. Runes crawled across the stone at my feet, circling me in a pattern I recognized too well.

  I’d seen this ritual used once before.

  On a non-human warlord.

  It didn’t just kill. It erased. It burned the soul out of existence, left nothing for necromancy, nothing for resurrection, nothing to remember.

  Fitting.

  I closed my eyes.

  The crowd blurred into a single, shapeless roar.

  I saw flames.

  Ash.

  Non-human bodies piled in pits.

  Human generals drinking over bloodstained maps.

  Priests calling the genocide a “holy cleansing.”

  The king’s hand on my shoulder as he named me Hero.

  My own sword cutting down a beastkin boy I’d once taught to parry.

  His eyes—wide, confused, hurt—before they went glassy.

  Light wrapped around me, hot and cold at once.

  I had thought, in the end, I’d rage.

  That I’d curse them.

  That I’d throw their lies in their faces.

  But all I felt was tired.

  Maybe it was better this way.

  Maybe the world deserved what it had become.

  Maybe—

  [ … ]

  The sound cut out.

  For a second, I thought I’d gone deaf.

  Then a new sound slid into the silence.

  A chime.

  Clear. Mechanical. Wrong.

  [SYSTEM ALERT]

  My eyes snapped open.

  The plaza was gone.

  The chains, the crowd, the statue, the sky—gone.

  There was only black.

  Not night. Not shadow.

  Void.

  Yet I could see.

  Lines of pale light hung in front of me, floating in the emptiness like text on glass.

  [WORLDLINE: PRIMARY]

  [Status: FAILED]

  [Non-Human Races: 0 / 7 Surviving]

  [Human Dominion Alignment: CORRUPTED]

  [Global Outcome: UNACCEPTABLE]

  My chest tightened.

  Non-humans: 0 / 7.

  All of them.

  Beastkin. Elves. Dwarves. Draken. Sirenfolk. Sylphs. Golems.

  Gone.

  I stared until the letters blurred.

  Another line appeared, overlaying the first.

  [Initiating Contingency Protocol]

  [Searching for Candidate…]

  [Candidate Found: RAEL ARDYN]

  [Qualities:]

  – Direct Participant in Extinction

  – High Adaptability

  – High Combat Capability

  – Emotional Stability: Severely Compromised

  [Suitability Rating: 98%]

  A hollow laugh rattled in my chest. It didn’t make a sound here, but I felt it.

  A candidate.

  Of course.

  Even now, I wasn’t a person. I was a tool.

  “If this is hell,” I thought, “you’re late.”

  More text slid into place.

  [Offer: WORLDLINE ROLLBACK]

  You may return to a prior point in time.

  [Primary Objective:]

  – Prevent the Great Erasure of Non-Human Races

  [Secondary Objective:]

  – Reduce Human Dominion Control

  [Failure Condition:]

  – All Non-Human Races Extinct in All Worldlines

  My fingers twitched against phantom chains.

  Rollback.

  Back in time.

  To stop the genocide.

  To change… everything.

  The light sharpened, words scrolling faster, as if sensing my attention.

  [Warning:]

  – You will retain all memories of this worldline.

  – You will be granted a unique class unavailable to this world.

  – You will become an anomaly.

  – The Human Dominion will instinctively attempt to destroy you.

  [Note:]

  – Success probability: 0.04%

  – Without rollback: 0.00%

  0.04%.

  Almost nothing.

  Still more than what I’d had before.

  Another chime.

  [Do you accept WORLDLINE ROLLBACK?]

  [Yes] [No]

  It didn’t ask if I deserved it.

  Of course it didn’t.

  Systems don’t care about guilt.

  They care about outcomes.

  My first instinct was to refuse.

  Why should I fix what I’d already broken?

  Why should I be given another chance to fail?

  Images flickered again.

  The beastkin girl’s grin, crumbs on her muzzle.

  The half-elf boy tripping over his own sword.

  Dwarven craftsmen hammering metal with careful pride.

  Sirenfolk children splashing at the lake’s edge.

  Sylphs dancing on tree branches.

  Elders who’d brought me tea and laughed at my stiffness.

  All gone.

  Because I had believed in the wrong side.

  Because I had worn human colors.

  Because I’d swung the sword they put in my hand.

  If there was even the smallest chance—

  I didn’t want redemption.

  I didn’t want forgiveness.

  I just wanted humanity to choke on the world it had built.

  My answer formed in my mind before the prompt finished drawing.

  The [Yes] option pulsed.

  [WORLDLINE ROLLBACK: ACCEPTED]

  The void trembled.

  New text slotted into place like a blade into a sheath.

  [Assigning Class…]

  [Warning: No compatible world-class found.]

  [Bypassing Constraint.]

  [Class Granted: VOID SOVEREIGN (???)]

  [Status: UNREGISTERED / ILLEGAL]

  You are now the designated ENEMY OF HUMANITY.

  The words hit harder than any execution spell.

  Enemy of humanity.

  Finally, a title that made sense.

  More text.

  [Initializing GENOCIDE TIMER]

  [Time Until Great Erasure: 365 Days]

  Fail to prevent the Erasure in this timeframe, and all non-human races will once again be exterminated.

  [Rollbacks Remaining: 0]

  365 days.

  One year.

  Not enough.

  Far from enough.

  A tired smile tugged at my lips anyway.

  No time to hesitate.

  Good.

  [Rollback Destination: One year prior to Erasure Event]

  [Physical Age: 19]

  [Location: House Ardyn, Eastern Wing]

  [Final Note:]

  – You have already seen how the story ends.

  Try telling it differently.

  The void shattered.

  Light exploded around me—not the blinding white of the execution spell, but deep, violet-black, burning without heat.

  For a heartbeat, I felt everything—

  The weight of the world turning.

  The branching paths of lives I’d never touched.

  The echo of screams from races already deleted.

  The cold spine of my new class settling into my soul.

  Then—

  I woke.

  I sucked in a breath and nearly choked on it.

  It smelled wrong.

  No ash. No incense. No blood.

  Just polished wood, faint herbal smoke, and the clean scent of laundered sheets.

  My eyes opened.

  A familiar ceiling stared back at me. Dark beams. A tiny crack in the corner where Celine and I had hidden sweets as children. Faded paint where a younger version of me had tried to draw falcons and been scolded for “defacing noble property.”

  My body felt… light.

  No burns. No shackles. No broken bones.

  My hands were free.

  I pushed myself up.

  The movement was smooth, almost effortless.

  I looked down.

  Simple linen shirt. Loose trousers. Bare feet. Younger hands—unscarred, knuckles only lightly calloused from training, not from a decade of war.

  My heart thudded once, hard.

  “House Ardyn’s east wing,” I muttered.

  My voice was deeper than it had been at nineteen. Rougher. It carried the weight of a man who’d already died.

  Outside the window, morning light spilled over Ardyn Manor’s inner courtyard, catching the spray of the central fountain. Servants moved below, carrying trays, sweeping paths, hanging banners with the twin silver falcons.

  Everything was intact.

  Not yet stained by what was coming.

  A soft chime sounded at the edge of my vision.

  [WORLDLINE: SECOND ATTEMPT]

  [Time Until Great Erasure: 365 Days]

  [Primary Objective: Prevent the extinction of all Non-Human races.]

  [Secondary Objective: Undermine Human Dominion control.]

  [Rollbacks Remaining: 0]

  [Class: VOID SOVEREIGN (Lv. 1)]

  [Title: ENEMY OF HUMANITY (Hidden)]

  More lines slid into place.

  [Would you like to view your Status?]

  [Yes] [No]

  This time, I didn’t hesitate.

  “Show me,” I said.

  The translucent window expanded.

  [Status – Rael Ardyn]

  [Race: Human (?)]

  [Age: 19]

  [Class: Void Sovereign (Lv. 1)]

  [Registered Class: —]

  [HP: 100 / 100]

  [MP: 50 / 50]

  [STR: 12]

  [AGI: 11]

  [VIT: 10]

  [INT: 13]

  [WIS: 14]

  [CHA: 10]

  [Unique Skill: Void Echo (Lv. —)]

  [Unique Skill: Genocide Timer (Bound)]

  [Titles:]

  – Enemy of Humanity (Hidden)

  – Failed Hero (Hidden)

  Average stats. No gear. No skills explained.

  But I had something far more important.

  I knew how the year ahead unfolded.

  Every “peace conference” that was really a prelude to slaughter.

  Every non-human village marked for cleansing.

  Every treaty the Dominion would sign and break.

  Every noble who would feast while calling it holy war.

  And this time, I wasn’t their hero.

  I closed the window with a thought.

  Below, servants finished raising the Ardyn banner over the courtyard.

  I watched it flutter in the breeze.

  “House Ardyn,” I murmured. “Human Dominion. Holy Church.”

  My hand curled slowly into a fist.

  “You have three hundred and sixty-five days left,” I said quietly. “Use them well.”

  The System chimed once, as if amused.

  [New Personal Objective Registered:]

  – Make humanity regret ever calling you a hero.

  I swung my legs off the bed and stood.

  Soon, I’d see the non-humans again.

  Alive.

  This time, I wouldn’t come to them as humanity’s sword.

  This time, I’d stand at their side.

  And when humanity finally realized what I had become—

  The Enemy of Humanity—

  It would already be too late.

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