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Rebirth: The Skeleton Summon's Reawakening to Godhood

In the magical world of Terra, a long-dormant skeleton summon reawakens. Once bound to a demi-god hero of the Lux Kingdom, the skeleton fell inactive after his master's betrayal and death. Now, he rises in a world both familiar and strange, driven by his master's final command: to destroy those who betrayed him, even if it means annihilating the world. As he awakens, a cold voice echoes in his mind: [System activating]. This system, a remnant of his former master's power, bestows new abilities and unlocks ancient mysteries. Yet, the skeleton harbors a powerful identity from his past that contradicts his master's wishes. Caught between his master's vengeful legacy and his own true self, he must navigate a transformed world where ancient grudges and new alliances shape the fate of Terra, not to mention the impending 'exitium'. Prepare for a tale of magic, vengeance, and identity in a world on the brink of chaos.

Sam_Reuel · Fantaisie
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Eayds; "...So, some elves decided to f*ck dryads... "

In the real world, his empty eye sockets lit up with dark green flames as he woke up in a new environment, not where he had collapsed. He found himself in a hut. "Where am I?" he wondered.

His dark green eyes slowly darted around as he scrutinized his surroundings. The place was remote and unfamiliar. Unlike the caves and burrows he was used to, this interior of what looked to be a clay cave had a wooden bed on which he sat, with straw scattered on it, to make it more comfortable to sleep on.

The mud hut contained a small stool in the corner, and various cloths hung from what looked like a vine. These cloths had colors mimicking nature: some were as blue as the sea, others as green as fresh leaves, and some had the same color and patterns as tree bark.

His eyes continued to curiously look around, moving from the cloths hanging on the vine to the small pot in the corner, a water pot to be exact.