"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
A fist slams into the cold marble floor. Kneeling, forehead pressed against the ground, eyes wide open—burning. Blood tears stream down his face, dripping onto the cracks forming beneath him. Rage is seeping through every breath, every muscle trembling under the weight of loss.
??: "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
Another punch. The entire room shakes. Walls groan under the pressure, fractures splitting through them like veins of destruction. The sound of crumbling stone and debris crashing onto the floor grows louder, a deafening symphony of despair.
??: "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
His titanium armor, once unbreakable, now gives in. Cracks widen with each impact. The sheer force of his blows has already engraved his fist's outline into the marble, a deep imprint of raw agony.
??:
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!"
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"
The air thickens. It's heavy—too heavy to breathe. The cracking marble echoes, a merciless reminder of the world collapsing around him.
And then—
A shift.
A glance to the right.
There she is.
His entire world, his reason, the only light in this endless cycle of battles—Didi.
A faint whisper escapes his lips.
"…the love of my life… why…"
She lies there, motionless, her body submerged in an ever-growing pool of crimson. Face down. Lower half—missing.
At that moment, all the tension, all the crushing weight in the air—vanishes. Gone.
A sharp, high-pitched ding cuts through the silence.
Then, a sound—fast. Too fast. Approaching at a speed unheard of.
Everything freezes.
Every speck of dust.
Every drop of blood suspended mid-air.
Every shattered fragment of marble caught in place.
Nothing moves.
Except for the sound.
It's still getting closer. Louder. Piercing through the stillness.
And then—
SILENCE.
A voice. Ethereal, robotic, inescapable:
"CONGRATULATIONS."
A blue floating window materializes in front of him.
You have completed the main game.
You have two choices:
Quit or New Game +
Dark's breath catches. His body, frozen mere seconds ago, is now free to move. His heart pounds in his chest. His eyes dart around—Didi's body is gone. The battlefield? Gone.
Only darkness remains.
And the window.
A pulse of confusion surges through his mind.
Dark: "…What is this?"
Dark: "Where's Didi? Where's the Elite Boss's corpse?"
Dark: "Wait… I can move again?"
His fingers instinctively twitch. He reaches out—
Accidentally selects "New Game +".
The voice returns, cold and digital:
"Congratulations. You will now be transported to the start of the game to replay, but with an increased difficulty level of +1."
Dark's breath hitches. "…What?"
The voice remains void of emotion.
"Your stats will now be reverted to 0. Your level will return to Level 1."
His blood runs cold.
One blink—
Darkness disappears.
Blinding golden rays flood his vision, warming his skin. A soft breeze carries the scent of morning dew, of fresh-cut grass, of a world untouched by war. The distant rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds—all of it too perfect.
He lies on his back, staring at the sky. Clouds drift lazily across an endless blue expanse. His fingers clutch at the grass beneath him—real. Solid.
He sits up.
His armor is gone, replaced by simple traveler's clothes. No sword. No bag. No scars. No pain.
"Where am I?"
His hands tremble as they touch his chest. No wounds. No dried blood. No proof of the battle he just fought.
He's back.
Back at the beginning.
Slowly, he pushes himself up onto his knees, his hands pressing into the damp ground. Eyes scanning the horizon.
Dark: "Where… am I?"
Dark: "…Where is Didi?"
The thought crashes into him like a tidal wave. It won't leave. It won't fade. It claws at his mind.
Frozen in place, he stares blankly at nothing. The day turns to night. The night turns to day.
And then—
Dark: "Level 1… What do you mean?"
His hands grasp at his body, searching—his sword? Gone. His bag? Gone.
His mana?
Silent.
Absent.
Dead.
Dark: "…Does this mean… I lost everything? For what purpose?"
The voice speaks again.
"Welcome to New Game +.
You are now at the beginning of the game, back at Level 1.
You have a new start ahead of you. Make new friends or reunite with old ones.
But be warned—enemies are stronger now, and new areas have been unlocked."
Dark's breathing is unsteady. His fists clench.
"You finished the main game at Level 96 out of Max 100."
"As a reward, you will receive 4 bonus levels."
A blue floating window appears. His stats flash before him.
Level Increased: 1 → 2
Stat Points Gained: +5 to assign to any attributes category.
Dark: "…I see. So that's how this works."
His eyes scan the interface.
Attributes: 5 categories.
-Strenght - Speed - Dexterity - Inteligence - Vitality
Passive Art Tab: Locked.
Special Art Tab: Locked.
One passive skill stands out—Blood Art.
[LOCKED: Unlocks at Level 5]
Dark: "…So that's why I can't feel my blood or mana it's locked.."
The voice chimes in again.
"You have received 1 bonus level."
"You have received 1 bonus level."
"You have received 1 bonus level."
"You have received 1 bonus level."
Dark: "…Wait. Wasn't it supposed to be 4 bonus levels?"
Dark: "…I'm already Level 7?"
"You have received 1 bonus level."
"You have received 1 bonus level."
…Wait.
That wasn't right.
The voice spoke again, but this time, something felt wrong. The edges of the floating window glitched, pixelating before snapping back into place.
"You have received 1 bonus level."
Dark: "Level 10?what .. Is this normal?"
His footsteps crunch against the earth as he begins walking through the woods. His mind races.
Then—
"You have received #@$ bonus level."
"You have received &@1 bonus level."
"You have received &error& bonus level."
"You have received 999,970 bonus levels."
Silence.
Dark: "…Wait, wha—"
His breath catches in his throat.
A flicker of disbelief.
A glance at the interface—
Level: 999,980
Dark: "…No… no, no, no. This… this isn't normal."
Another glance.
Attribute Points: ∞
His pulse quickens. His hands shake.
A single thought pierces through the chaos in his mind.
"…What am I?"