RE: The Debauched Reign Of The Celestial Scion

With a resounding thwack, Eren's world exploded in pain as a full-force punch collided with his stomach. Before he could even register the blow, a brutal kick followed, smashing into his face. The force sent him sprawling across the ground, his body skidding to a painful halt. Still reeling, he gasped for breath, struggling to regain his footing.

"What are you waiting for? Beat him some more!" a student, clad in a pristine white and black school uniform, barked with fervor.

Without hesitation, three male students surged forward like a relentless tide. Their kicks rained down upon Eren, each strike finding its target with ruthless precision. There was no room for mercy as they left no inch of his battered body untouched.

Blows landed with sickening thuds, and Eren's body convulsed in pain. Bruises blossomed across his flesh like twisted works of art. Blood spurted from his mouth, staining the ground beneath him, but the attackers paid it no mind. His tattered state only fueled their aggression, their anger blinding them to his suffering.

"Hold on, something's not right," one of the male students finally observed, noticing Eren's stillness amidst the relentless assault.

The others paused, their adrenaline-fueled assault grinding to a temporary halt. They glanced at one another, their heavy breaths punctuating the tense silence. Eren lay motionless, his body a testament to the ferocity of their onslaught.

"Eren!" The bulky male student called out, kicking Eren's body gently. "We forgive you now, you can quit the acting." He said.

Eren lay motionless on the ground, his body draped in a school uniform now soaked in a pool of blood. He appeared nothing more than a fragile figure, life extinguished by the relentless assault he had endured.

One of the students, his trembling leg nudging Eren's lifeless body, swallowed hard. "I... I think he's dead," he stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead in an instant.

Fear seized two of the students, their eyes locked on Eren's lifeless form. "What do we do?" one of them implored, turning to the leader of their group for guidance.

The bulky student, the self-proclaimed leader, smirked callously and shrugged his broad shoulders. There was no trace of remorse in his voice as he spoke. "He brought this upon himself," he declared, his words devoid of empathy.

A tinge of envy colored his tone as he continued, "In his next life, he'll pray he never comes into this world with that face." The bitterness in his words was palpable. "Besides," he added, his voice laced with indifference, "I don't know about you but I haven't seen Eren at school today."

With a collective nod, the three bullies eagerly embraced the twisted camaraderie of their shared deception. "Yes, yes! I haven't seen Eren either," one of them chimed in, his voice laced with false conviction.

Showing no remorse, the bullies went so far as to trample upon Eren's broken body, their conversation flowing casually as if his death were a mere footnote in their lives. The incident had swiftly become a distant memory, a chapter closed without consequence.

As the group callously departed, a sudden burst of blinding white light enveloped Eren. It radiated with an otherworldly brilliance before dissipating as quickly as it had appeared, leaving no trace behind.

A minute after the light vanished, a pained groan escaped Eren's mouth. Slowly, he rose from the unforgiving ground, his body trembling with the echoes of bone cracks that resonated through the air. With each precarious step, he teetered on the brink of collapse, a mere shell of his former self.

"Too weak," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he gazed upon his frail figure. It was no exaggeration to say that he resembled a mere bag of bones, stripped of vitality and strength.

Inhaling deeply, a furrow etched itself onto Eren's brow, a testament to his growing frustration. "How can this be? This isn't my world," he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. "The mana here is feeble, almost non existent."

His mind raced with questions, swirling in a maelstrom of confusion. "Could it be that the samsara bell transported me to another realm?" Eren pondered aloud, his face a canvas of bewilderment.

Visions of his harrowing chase through multiple corners of the world played out vividly in his mind. It was a relentless pursuit, one that had pushed him to the brink of desperation until he had no choice but to resort to the samsara bell.

The bell was meant to transport his essence into a new vessel, granting him a fresh start in a different existence. Yet, instead of finding himself reborn, he found himself stranded in this unfamiliar place. Memories from his new host flooded his consciousness in a torrent, leaving him wide-eyed and incredulous.

"This is going to be troublesome," Eren muttered, a hint of resignation seeping into his voice. As he observed the scarce presence of mana, he realized he had been thrust into a world starkly different from his own—a world where magic and strength held no sway, but where wealth and status reigned supreme.

Standing amidst the grandeur of Riverdale Academy, Eren found himself inhabiting the body of an eighteen-year-old boy, burdened with the weight of autism. His journey had taken an unfortunate turn when his parents disappeared on his eighth birthday, leaving him in the care of his aunt and her narcissistic husband.

Life proved to be an unrelenting struggle for him, both within the confines of his home and the unforgiving halls of his school. Fate had cruelly bestowed upon him not only the challenges of navigating the world as an autistic child but also an unexpected curse: an overwhelming beauty that drew attention wherever he went.

From the earliest stages of his life until the cusp of adulthood, he had been plagued by an exquisite allure that captivated all who laid eyes upon him. However, this very beauty became the catalyst for his untimely demise.

Unable to bear the envy and resentment provoked by the adoration he garnered from women, the school bullies took it upon themselves to seize control. Demanding that he undergo facial plastic surgery to diminish his attractiveness, they grew incensed when he adamantly refused, defying their shallow demands.

Driven by a toxic mix of envy and rage, they resorted to violence, subjecting him to a merciless beating that ultimately led to his tragic end.

"No one should bear this burden. I will take it upon myself from this point forward, my friend." Eren said.

Ding!

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