The Path of Revenge: A Reborn Anti-Hero

In the rugged expanse of the Northern Wild Forest within the Kingdom of Eldoria...

"Cough! Cough!"

A young man of twenty-seven, his face unusually handsome but pallid, hobbled his way into the depths of the forest.

With a towering physique, his visage boasted remarkably flawless features.

His disheveled white hair, touched with a hint of darkness, fell in untamed chaos, accentuating his unconventional aura.

His once alluring blood-red eyes now bore the weight of exhaustion, appearing haggard and fatigued.

Grimacing, he clutched his stomach, its slight hollowness and grotesque wounds telling a harrowing tale.

Blood continued to flow profusely, staining his hands in a distressing tableau.

"I must keep moving!" he muttered, urging himself onward as he hastened deeper into the forest.

Regrettably, weighed down by the grievous wound and the profound depletion of his blood, his pace faltered.

Despite the unimaginable pain he endured, he summoned every ounce of determination to propel his body forward, refusing to succumb to the agony that threatened to engulf him.

Unbeknownst to him, a treacherous ravine lay just ahead.

In an instant, his foot snagged on a protruding tree root, hurtling his body forward towards the impending cliff.

"Trouble!" he exclaimed in a panicked tone, but alas, his reaction came too late to avert disaster.

With a rapid descent, he tumbled uncontrollably towards the gaping ravine.

"Thump! Thump!"

His body careened downward with alarming speed, reopening the wound that had begun to heal.

Fresh red blood spilled from both his stomach and mouth, staining the surroundings.

"Boom!"

His body collided with a massive tree upon reaching the ravine's floor, abruptly halting his tumultuous descent.

"Arghh!" He cried out in anguish, attempting to rise, but his injuries were too severe, and the profound blood loss left his body feeble and frail.

Realizing the futility of his struggle, the young man ceased his efforts and surrendered, resignedly laying his battered form upon the unforgiving ground.

Gazing up at the vast expanse of the starry night sky, he felt a profound sadness etched across his visage.

"Why must fate toy with me in such a cruel manner?" he whispered, his voice laced with helplessness and despair.

This young man, known as Allen Frey, was the son of the esteemed heir to the renowned mansion of Duke Frey, a noble lineage within the Kingdom of Eldoria.

With his exceptional social standing, it was all but certain that he would rise as a remarkable figure in the days to come.

Once, he possessed a coveted status, immense power, unwavering strength, abundant wealth, and exceptional talent—assets that would undoubtedly secure his prosperous future.

Yet, twelve years ago, everything took a sharp and profound turn, drastically altering his circumstances.

In a momentous event, five illustrious Wizards of the highest caliber, also known as the Five Sages, from the Kingdom of Eldoria, successfully summoned a man from another world.

They harnessed the power of mythical-level magic to summon this man, who was also revered as a hero.

This summoned man, shrouded in mystery, quickly garnered adoration and reverence as a hero.

Embraced by the masses, he became a symbol of hope and a harbinger of salvation and freedom destined to reshape the entire world.

However, Allen was well aware that this man was far from virtuous; he was a deceitful hypocrite!

Undoubtedly, the man possessed a cunning nature, using his wiles to achieve his own sinister agenda.

As a result of his involvement, Allen was stripped of everything he held dear.

Moreover, anyone who dared to stand in opposition to him would face swift and ruthless consequences, including Allen himself.

"Even you two betrayed me, forsaking me for the sake of someone who will undoubtedly inflict harm upon you..." The anguish in his heart intensified as thoughts of the two women consumed him.

Initially, he had succeeded in vanquishing the man hailed as the hero.

However, in a cruel twist of fate, just as he was poised to deliver the final blow, his beloved fiancée, in whom he had placed unwavering trust, and his dear half-sister stabbed him in the back with treacherous intent.

This shocking betrayal shattered his trust and left him wary.

The man, seizing the opportunity, launched another assault, this time with legendary-level magic, leaving Allen gravely wounded and battered by the devastating force of the spells.

"Cough!"

Allen's body trembled in fear, and blackened blood oozed from his wounds.

"Poison?!" he gasped, his shock mingling with the realization of the tea his fiancée had prepared for him earlier.

"So, this was premeditated all along?" With a mixture of resignation and relief, he uttered these words, closing his eyes as he released a weary sigh.

"I know my time is limited, but deep down, I cannot accept this fate."

Summoning his remaining strength, Allen opened his eyes and, with great effort, raised his hands towards the sky.

"God! Are you so merciless as to mold me into this wretched state?"

"Grant me, at the very least... a chance to make amends and... and..." Tears streamed down Allen's face as he fought to articulate his plea.

"And allow me to break free from this inescapable fate!" With his diminishing strength, Allen managed to utter his words while his life force and vitality steadily dwindled.

"This seems to be my predetermined destiny, doesn't it?" He mused silently, feeling the grip of unconsciousness tighten around him.

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully binding the system to defy fate!]

[The system springs into action with utmost determination!]

[Initiating a forceful world restart!]

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[Ding!]

[The system has successfully accomplished a forced restart of the world, depleting its energy in the process!]

[Details of rewards and other pertinent information have been duly recorded!]

[The system enters sleep mode!]

Just as his consciousness faded away, Allen sensed the presence of an unfamiliar female voice echoing in his mind.

"Could it have been a mere illusion?" he muttered weakly, gasping for breath.

And with that, his life came to an end.

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Hello! Honestly, this is the kind of story I really wanted to write! Thank you for your attention.