Season 1 – Chapter 1: The Second Choice
The city burned.
Ash fell like snow.
Kaiju roared in the distance—monstrous beasts born of hatred, mutation, and war.
Akira knelt in the rubble of what was once his base, battered and bloodied, surrounded by the broken bodies of comrades. His right arm hung limp, and his vision blurred with tears—not from pain, but from failure.
"You were too weak," echoed a memory.
A voice he once trusted. A commander who abandoned him.
The underdog. The weakest link. The one who'd chosen the most fragile class when it all began.
Clutching his bleeding chest, Akira stared up at the blood-red sky.
"If… if only I could choose again…"
The world cracked.
A flash. A pulse. A scream—and silence.
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He woke up gasping, drenched in sweat.
No blood. No rubble. No pain.
Just a sterile white room and a glowing screen in front of him.
[CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER CLASS]
[Time Remaining: 00:01:32]
His heart skipped a beat.
"…No way."
He was back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the day he had first chosen his path as a soldier.
But this time—he wouldn't make the same mistake.
Akira stood up slowly, a strange calm washing over him.
The last life had taught him pain. Loss. Injustice. Strength.
This life would be different.
He raised his hand to the panel and selected:
[Custom Class: Blade Sovereign | Telekinetic Weaponmaster | Partial Shifter]
Confirm?
[YES]
Power surged through him—raw, familiar, overwhelming.
It was as if his soul screamed with potential.
> Abyssal Core Activated
Telekinesis: Intermediate Level
Weapon Creation: Unlocked
Weapon Mastery: All Forms Compatible
Partial Transformation: Draconic Symbiosis - Locked
Akira exhaled, eyes sharp and resolved.
This time… he would shine brighter than the universe.
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Weeks passed. Akira aced every test—combat, control, tactics. His previous life's experience made him a walking legend in a rookie's body.
And then, came the notice.
[You have been selected as the first Captain of the Elite Anti-Kaiju Task Force: UNIT ZERO.]
They didn't know his past. But they would come to know his future.
Unit Zero. The squad born from desperation. Built from the ashes of war. Meant to take on Kaiju missions no one else would dare.
He accepted without hesitation.
And on the day he stood before the unit's black banner, coat fluttering in the wind, weapons strapped across his back and mind honed like a blade—he knew:
This time…
He would not be the underdog.
He would be the nightmare of monsters.
The beginning of their end