Was this really him?


    The Sovereign found something he shouldn''t have found.


    And that resigned his death.


    However, it gave him an ability.


    The ability to regress.


    And what seems to be….


    Ezekiel couldn''tprehend it at all.


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    Strength…. Defense…. Agility….


    The hell is this?


    And the Sovereign died as soon as he received those abilities.


    The 2nd death.


    The 3rd death.


    They were all idiotic.


    He had died from all sorts of reasons that Ezekiel couldn''tprehend.


    Practicing his magic?


    His magic was enough to kill him?


    What sort of magic is that supposed to be?


    The 10th death.


    The 11th.


    All for the same reason.


    But in those deaths, the Sovereign had aged for a bit.


    However, the deaths took a toll on him.


    It seemed like he received his memories in each death.


    The 23rd death.


    He could tell.


    The Sovereign was now afraid of using such abilities.


    And in a world with no magic, what was the point in using them?


    For that reason, the Sovereign lived a leisurely life, never progressing his abilities.


    And for that reason, the Sovereign had finally seen through it all.


    The cmity.


    And that cmity resigned his death.


    The 24th death.


    The Sovereign realized he couldn''t act casually.


    And so, he decided to grow stronger.


    A smart decision.


    But his actions…?


    Not so smart.


    His death was rapid.


    Reaching until the 90th death, where he had grown used to his powers, never dying anymore.


    But still.


    It wasn''t enough.


    The cmity took his life.


    It was only until the 263rd death where he had finally found the solution.


    And he had finally found it.


    A way to spread mana in the world permanently.


    In exchange, he would lose all of the memories he had up till this point.


    In other words, a binding vow.


    The [Curse] affinity.


    And he regressed, losing his memories in the process.


    His 264th regression.


    This life was different.


    He had a friend.


    A boy with pale–white hair and ice–blue eyes.


    The current appearance the Sovereign took.


    Again, Ezekiel couldn''tprehend anything.


    The boy.


    His name was Brandon Locke.


    And in a world filled with magic, he was the only boy with no mana.


    Time passed.


    The boy died.


    A sorrowful feeling gripped the Sovereign.


    However, he had no knowledge of his power to regress.


    For that reason, he continued living.


    Much until the cmity transpired, ultimately killing him in the process.


    He regressed again.


    And he continued to regress.


    His 500th life.


    All of his deaths had been the same.


    Due to hisck of knowledge of harnessing his abilities, he continued to die in stupid ways that Ezekiel had found incredibly ridiculous.


    And it continued.


    No matter what he did, he couldn''t prevent Brandon Locke''s death.


    He wasx, using his regression as assurance to save the boy.


    Ultimately leading to his 2644th life.


    —Why can''t I save him?


    The Sovereign began to question himself.


    No, he had alway questioned himself.


    As if saving Brandon Locke had be an obsession for him.


    Ezekiel couldn''tprehend why.


    Why go through such lengths for a single person?


    The Sovereign gave up.


    He gave up on everything.


    In turn, he decided to live a life of leisure, settling with a woman.


    Blonde hair and blue eyes.


    The same woman who was in the room with Ezekiel just now.


    The other Sovereign.


    And to his surprise, Brandon Locke had lived throughout as well.


    The two remained close friends.


    Brandon Locke as well, settled with a woman. Deep–ck hair and red eyes.


    And in the end, the world ended.


    However, it was a life the Sovereign lived fulfillingly.


    And that same life continued.


    6835th regression.


    All lived fulfillingly.


    Until he had grown numb to it all.


    The same boring life.


    Why couldn''t everyone have a happy ending?


    Why does the world always end the same way?


    And,


    —….Why am I the only one cursed with immortality?


    It would''ve been fine if he had lost his memories.


    But he would always keep them with no way to lose them.


    It was exhausting.


    And in his 6324th life, the Sovereign decided to make a change.


    To ultimately stop the world''s destruction.


    And he had always failed.


    He himself was a failure.


    6777th.


    7431th.


    8673rd.


    All regressions ended up the same way.


    In some he would progress far.


    While some, trying to do things differently, had killed him early on.


    Until….


    The 9999th regression.


    Regressing so far, he had finallye far.


    He had finally stopped the world''s destruction. Completely wiping off the Wraiths and the other Sovereigns from the world.


    And in the end….


    He lost everything.


    —This isn''t it. This is not how I wanted things to go!


    It wasn''t worth it.


    And in the end.


    Spurt!


    He killed himself.


    The mental toll that entire life took.


    He had grown numb.


    He had given up once again.


    How couldn''t he give up when he had done everything. Yet when he had finally aplished his task, there was nothing left.


    His life wasn''t worth it.


    Living wasn''t worth it.


    If at first he wanted to live, to finally see the end.


    Now, he wanted to die.


    —Fuck everything.


    Raven ckheart had finally given it all up in his 10,000th regression.


    However, he couldn''t do so without passing the torch.


    With such thoughts, a binding vow urred.


    To pass his Sovereign''s will to the two people he had trusted the most.


    The two people he had cherished the most.


    Amelia Constantine.


    And….


    Brandon Locke.


    However, an error urred.


    Amelia was split apart into two.


    Ultimately turning into a Sovereign''s Fragment.


    While the other, while having no such abilities of the Sovereign, had received all her memories throughout every regression.


    Her eyes turned a dull color, and her blonde hair had turned hazel.


    As if her identity was taken from her.


    And for Brandon Locke, he had received something else.


    The [Curse] affinity.


    He had cursed his best–friend.


    And everything resetted.


    His life wasn''t taken at all.


    Just his memories.


    An ultimate reset.


    10,001th life.


    And everything progressed the same way.


    Only this time, he had never met his best–friend, Brandon Locke.


    He continued to live without knowing anything of the 10,000th regressions.


    The only ability he had left after sacrificing everything.


    The [Shadow] affinity.


    And throughout his lifespan, he had met and formed the same bonds with all of the friends he had made in his previous regressions.


    Reinhard Van.


    Amy Ashfield.


    Rachel Asami.


    ire Victoria.


    Not once had he ever formed the same rtionship with his previous lover, Amelia Constantine.


    But instead, the lingering feelings were still there.


    Blonde hair.


    That was all he could remember,


    And with such a reason, he fell for Amy Ashfield instead.


    A misunderstanding, perhaps?


    There was something different as well.


    A group that obstructed his path.


    They called themselves the Primordials.


    To his understanding, it seemed to be a mercenary group.


    A group led by a woman with pale–wheat hair and hazel eyes.


    But that woman… there was a look of sadness in her eyes. As if she had never wanted to approach him.


    But Ezekiel could or more less tell why.


    After all, she was Amelia Constantine.


    Or rather, as she liked to call herself, Ciel.


    Time passed, andRaven ckheart joined the group.


    He lived a double life.


    A member of the Primordials, and a ranker himself.


    An SS+ ranker, to be precise.


    The Primordials goals after all, aligned with his.


    They were strong, and they were on humanity''s side.


    Wars erupted soon after.


    A war between other races. A war between the Milis continent.


    And in the end, his life ended the same way.


    The world was destroyed.


    And he regressed, keeping his memories intact.


    But in the next life, he decided to do things differently.


    At first, he was confused.


    Why did he regress?


    Was it all just a dream?


    It took time until he hade to terms with it.


    It was the 10,002nd regression.


    She had finally appeared.


    Ciel.


    She had finally revealed all of her secrets after Raven had regressed.


    And apparently, it was not just her memories that were kept intact, but she had also received his memories.


    She had seen his memories of every regression.


    As if two people were living in the same body.


    And she passed the memories onto him.


    The stress it took on him as he remembered everything took a toll on his body.


    His hair had turned even darker, as well as his eyes.


    He remembered all the previous regressions. In return, Ciel had lost her own memories of the previous regressions.


    She had be a nk canvas.


    An entirely new person.


    No longer was she Amelia Constantine. But Ciel herself.


    A total of 10,000 regressions surfaced in his mind.


    And he called them the 0 progressions.


    The most useless ones.


    Regressions were useless.


    If he were to make it right, then it was better for all the counterparts to live in the same timeline.


    For that reason, he had a goal.


    To find the [Time] affinity.


    But in the 10,046th life, he had found out that it was impossible.


    Time affinity was locked behind thews of the world.


    And that was unfair.


    Thews had locked his only solution, yet thews continued to make him suffer.


    But he had realized there was a way.


    Thews were only present when mana was present.


    And so, he had finally found it.


    A way to cut the world''s mana.


    To sacrifice his ability to regress with a binding vow.


    A vow that was made through Brandon Locke.


    The 10,003rd regression.


    It was the most dangerous life he had ever lived.


    If he were to die, then there was no turning back.


    Just until he had found the [Time] affinity.


    The ability that allowed him to leap through time.


    It was differentpared to regression. After all, his counterpart would still be present.


    That being said, he had finally acquired the [Time] affinity.


    And so, his scheming had begun.


    To acquire abilities that would aid him.


    However, he knew his body was permanently breaking down.


    Until, once again, he had fully recreated a world that was most simr to his first life.


    The 10,263rd regression.


    A nostalgic feeling.


    But that aside, he had realized how much he neglected his best–friend.


    Brandon Locke.


    Because of his thorough search for life with no mana, he hadpletely neglected his best–friend''s request.


    However, he was not in the right state of mind.


    Brandon Locke must''ve been paranoid.


    Stealing his affinity?


    That was his to begin with.


    He knew of Brandon''s paranoia towards him.


    However, that goes without saying.


    They needed him to break.


    Brandon Locke was acting against his n without knowing it was the opposite.


    He felt sorry for him. For that reason, he allowed Brandon Locke to scheme against him.


    He moved ording to his will. Brandon Locke had given up,


    And finally, the 10,264th life.


    The current progression.


    His counterpart had possessed his best–friend. The version of him that lived in a world simr to his first life.


    As if it was a full reset to him.


    Only this time, he had kept the [Curse] affinity.


    It was the greatest result he had ever produced.


    It was then.


    Two ink–ck eyes looked back at him. Changing colors abruptly, ice–blue, ink–ck.


    Those eyes.


    As if it stared deep within Ezekiel''s soul.


    —Forget.


    Two cold words.


    Clearly, Ezekiel had witnessed something he never should have.


    Crack!


    And Lancelott''s body perished soon after.