The dungeon that should've become Rei's grave is now Kingdom of Shadows.
The moment his fingers closed into a fist, the Reaper knelt, its once—empty gaze now burned with loyalty. Every monster in the Abyssal Gate was now in control of Rei.
Rei stepped forward, his once dying body now thumming with strength. The throne behind him pulsed like a heartbeat. The weak, disposable hunter was now the strongest warrior. When Rei emerged from the gate, his team was waiting. Their eyes widened when they saw him—not broken, limping, but standing tall. Alive.
An officer in a sharp black uniform, headed towards him scanning him with a glowing device.
Then, his face paled.
"Impossible, your mana signature i-it's off the charts." He whispered, they all started whispering, fear flickered in their eyes. Rei didn't need to read their thoughts to know their thinking. For years, he had been ignored, treated as worthless. But now, they all were in fear.
And he liked it…