Veyne came from the life of sewer rats.
The world saw him as a failure. He called it belief. Others called it stupidity. Either way, it was the only thing he had left.
Even at rock bottom, Veyne never stopped believing in himself.
Betrayed by his lover and brother, treated as a burden, and forced to slave endlessly in the game to chase his dream—he endured it all.
Though late, his obsession was finally rewarded with an opportunity. But the sewer rat in him was too weak to hold onto it. He had fought the world and lost.
Actions have consequences. And when he failed in the game, those consequences caught up to him, leading to his death.
But the universe wasn’t done with him yet.
Given a second chance, he returned to a time when the game had already been out for two years. This time, he rushed to obtain the Template Wilder class—the very class that led to his downfall.
One of the game’s rarest hidden classes, the Wilder class, allowed him to switch into different forms based on the monster templates he possessed. An overpowered ability—but it came with a fatal catch.
A hidden template forced him into the form of an ancient baby creature, one so cursed that players, monsters, and even NPCs would hunt him down. If he died in that form, his character would be permanently deleted.
In his past life, he underestimated the class’s dangers. And the world tore him apart for it.
This time, it wouldn’t be just hollow belief.
This time, he’s not here to survive—he’s here to dominate.
No emotional ties.
 No second chances.
 The entire game is his enemy, and he will crush anyone who stands in his way.
He failed once. He suffered. He died. He was erased.
Not this time.
This is the beginning of his legend. The era of Veyne Draven.

The moment the four of them rushed behind that black nightmare, things started to change for them.


Many times, the other two and he tried to convince Morki, but the guy kept repeating something about a big quest he had received.


Interestingly, no one else had received the quest—still, they trusted Morki. After all, this guy knew the most among the four of them.


They tried their best to chase after the black wolf, but it was just too fast.


Not only were they unable to get anywhere close to the beast, but now a new group of dogs and wolves started to run after them.


Before they could rethink their decision, Plasky fell to the ground. 


Before the three could do anything, two wolves jumped on Plasky and bit his leg.


Plasky screamed in pain, and before they could react, one of the wolves clutched Plasky's neck, leading to his death.


Chapter 50 - Power of nightmare