Second Chance

And not only because of that, but because on this very same day, a shooting star fell into the world. It was far from the human stronghold, but was still within the same region.

It was marked the Day of Eve. Signifying the new beginning of the entire human race.

But strangely though, the star fall did not cause that much damage to the world, which surprised the still intellectual humans who knew how powerful a star was.

But that was not important.

What was important was that, at that day, the very powerful and unknown entity that drove the world to its most prime state had appeared.

The Primordial Source.

"The Primordial Source..."

Damien whispered to himself that name the moment it appeared within his mind.

Indeed. It considered itself The Primordial Source, or TPS in short. Something the humans would consider the "system administrator" or the "game naster" in their previous lives.

And what the people of this world would come to call it as "The Origin Primordial", or "The Genesis Point", "The Changer of Fates", "The Unfathomable".

Of course, it was not after twenty years till The Primordial Source made its debut, claiming that it was conserving energy until it could initiate its first phase.

It was really powerful though, as it gave out the impression that it could do practically everything. It was like the Source of Creation, and was Omnipotent.

It brought out a game-like life for all residents of Gaea, from humans to the supernatural creatures, to the mythical creatures and also to ants and bugs.

Hence through killing other races that do not belong to your race, one could collect the Essence of Life, or something the humans called EXP. Experience Points in full.

Every existence had this EXP thing. And the higher the race grade, and the stronger the individual, the more EXP could one collect from killing them.

One could say that ten years were the same as a single point of EXP. Thus killing a human would grant you ten EXP, and of course, the stronger you are, the less EXP you recieve if your target is weaker.

And the weaker you are, the more EXP you will obtain vice-versa. There were a lot of factors to this, though.

The three most important being age category, levels and existential grade. But that was a topic for yet another day.

But essentially, the world was cruel.

There were no boundaries or morals here, nor were there such rules saying that, if you're a god, you cannot lay your hands on a mortal. That was bull crap.

This was a world of do or die. The world where the strong constantly devoured the weak. Ruthlessness seeped deep into everyone's veins from birth.

It was either you or the world.

And everybody chose themselves.

Damien being one of those 'everybody'.

As a third generational member of the human specie, he was more in tune with being wild and physically powerful.

He was even more powerful thanks to his genes, or so he always thought. His father was a complete brute maniac, who despite his small body frame, was actually powerful.

While his mother was someone innately fast. She chose the path of assassination, something mentioned as mythical stories by the first generational humans.

And she made it an occupation by herself. A professional one respected by all humans.

Together, they had him. A total freak who was both strong and fast, while having his own unique trait of being quite durable, physically and mentally wise.

Thus why he managed to do quite well in his previous lifetime, or future lifetime. Where he was proud to say that he surpassed the very constraints of mortalhood and godhood.

Unfortunately, in the bigger picture, it was not enough. For he achieved that by losing a lot of allies and loved ones, including over ninety-nine percent of the entire human race.

Thus, when he obtained a single wish from The Primordial Source, from helping it achieve evolution through means he will not mention at the moment...

He wished to be sent back in time.

Stupid really, I know. He knew it too.

But it was the only decision he ever made in that life, that actually showed a bit of humanity. More so, when he stopped being human when his parents died.

And the girl he grew up raising, turned her back against him. The reason was unknown, she just stopped all forms of communication with him.

He desired to know why. He desired to save his parents. He desired to set a different path for humanity. Thus, he made that stupid wish.

But who knew that The Primordial Source misunderstood him, and sent him back with his memories intact.

Yes. He did not think of that, and just wanted a second chance in life.

He viewed it as reincarnation, and thus just believed that his memories would be completely cleansed off.

Little did he know that they would not be cleansed. And he also realized that he had long looked down on the power of The Primordial Source.

Now he was sure this thing was the so called GOD of this world. Like the GOD the first generational humans mentioned so often, and still prayed to.

"..."

But all of that was not important at the moment. Yes, even that was not important right now. Nor was the history of the new humans who adapted to this world.

No no no.

The important part is that, today, or rather exactly at midnight, The Primordial Source will awaken, and begin the process of changing the whole world.

And Damien, was staring at the wall, waiting. Waiting for a few more minutes before that time arrived. His mother and father were asleep, and he was the only one up.

But he had to be.

Because... only the first seventy two beings world wide, would be lucky to obtain the Exclusive Classes.

Classes that could evolve, and would later have the chance to become higher ranked Classes or even Hidden Classes not meant for any Jim and Jack out there.

And he wanted to be one of them. Alongside his parents. As for his allies, they had to find a way, because his focus was only his family at the moment.

...And the girl next door.

Regardless of what, she was as important as family. Even if she was possibly going to ignore him in the future... 'Not like I'll let that happen. Not a chance in Hell.'

Damien thought, rebuking his own internal thoughts about the future.

He then immediately stood up. Time was of the essence. Right now, he could not sit down and plan his every step properly.

That was for later.

Instead, he should react fast with what was to come. The initial phase of The Primordial Source, and it's desperate struggle when nobody reacted to its inticement.

His actions should be in proportion, and alignment to that.

This was a world where one trusted no one. One could not even put complete trust in their own brother or father, let alone their fellow racial members.

Or even other foreign races. No. More so the foreign races. Even before the appearance of The Primordial Source, races were not that friendly towards one another.

Except a select few, of course.

So who would believe an entity that could freely invade the minds of living beings, including gods and devils without a problem?

Such an action was disastrous.

So of course, nobody would.

Thus, when The Primordial Source first made its debut, there were hours of wait before even a single person, one out of trillions, decided to even agree to participate in it's plot.

Even the most desperate, and idiotic fools out there did not hurriedly agree.

Let alone the mindless monsters that could not understand the interface of The Primordial Source when it first appeared.

After all, The Primordial Source was like a child given Omnipotent powers. Hence its actions were not thoroughly thought through at this time.

But as time went by, it grew up and matured. Yes, in just a couple of hours at that.

Therefore, after hours of wait, the The Primordial Source actually decided to bribe everyone. More like coerce, if you will.

Giving out things such as their deepest desire to them and all other words. And as you thought, one out of trillions of beings would at least fall to the temptations right?

Yes, they appeared.

And they were the first generational humans who were still not much used to the lack of trust of this world. As well as because the interface was a lot like their technology back at home.

It brought powerful feelings of sadness and melancholy when they saw it. And being a race of good fantasizers, they believed that The Primordial Source was their golden finger.

Hence, one ultimately agreed to The Primordial Source's temptations.

And because of that, that person ended up being one of the few to reach the peak. And also an old man who was the reason why there were at least humans in the near future.

"..."

Damien thought of all of this instantly as he opened the door to his room and left. Everything within the room was melancholic, to him.

Quite ironic, considering that it had almost nothing. But he still ignored everything and left.