The 100: King

Darkness swirled in the recesses of his mind, but Ares Drakon felt it—the unmistakable jolt, that wrenching pull of consciousness returning to a body that wasn't his own. His memories flooded back, crashing against each other like waves in a storm.

The last thing he remembered was his old life. A simple life. He had been a nobody—a regular guy living in the 21st century. He'd spent his time binge-watching shows, scrolling through social media, and studying for exams. Nothing too exciting. And then… he had died. He wasn't sure how—perhaps a car crash, maybe something else. The memory was fuzzy, but none of that mattered anymore.

Because now, he was in a completely different world.

A world he knew all too well.

His eyes flickered open, and he found himself in a cramped, metallic room filled with unfamiliar faces. Panic and chaos surrounded him. The unmistakable hum of machinery vibrated through the walls, and a cold chill ran down his spine as he realized where he was.

"The dropship," he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse but steady. The 100.

This was the very ship that would send him and ninety-nine other delinquents down to Earth. Earth—the place humanity hadn't set foot on in nearly a century.

He tried to process it all. It wasn't a dream. He was really here. Somehow, he had been reincarnated into the universe of The 100, a show he had watched religiously in his past life. Except now, he wasn't just an observer. He was part of it.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He had knowledge. Knowledge that would make him dangerous in this world.

And that was only part of it.

As his heart raced, a strange sensation bloomed inside him—an odd warmth, something foreign yet familiar. His mind latched onto it instinctively, and then a transparent screen flashed before his eyes.

Name: Ares Drakon

Level: 1

Skills:

Healing Factor (Level 1): A low-level regenerative ability that allows minor wounds to heal faster than normal. At Level 1, small cuts and bruises heal within minutes. At higher levels, this skill will allow Ares to recover from life-threatening injuries in mere seconds.

Body of Steel (Level 1): Grants Ares enhanced physical resistance. At Level 1, his skin and muscles can withstand small arms fire, arrows, and minor blunt force trauma. As the level increases, his body will become almost impervious to harm, including resisting poisons and extreme environmental conditions.

Stats:

Strength: 10 (Average adult male: 5)

Agility: 10 (Average adult male: 5)

Intelligence: 12 (Average adult male: 5)

Constitution: 10 (Average adult male: 5)

Charm: 13 (Average adult male: 5)

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, dumbfounded. A system? Like something out of a game or webnovel. This had to be part of the reincarnation package, something that came with his new existence in this dangerous world.

He looked at his stats, already above average for a human, and the skills that could be leveled up. The Healing Factor and Body of Steel were particularly interesting—survivability would be key in a world as dangerous as Earth. His knowledge of the show meant he knew what was coming: the Grounders, the Mountain Men, the endless bloodshed.

If he played his cards right, he could not only survive, but he could thrive. This world was his now.

And he intended to rule it.

Flashback: The Crime

As the dropship's rattling worsened, memories of the life he had now inherited began flooding in. His fists clenched as he recalled the anger, the helplessness.

This body's previous life had been far from easy. Ares had been born on the Ark, just another kid trying to survive in a world of scarcity and strict rules. But his parents? They were desperate. Desperate enough to steal.

And stealing on the Ark was a crime punishable by death. His parents were caught, and they were executed—floated—without mercy.

When the guards came to take them away, Ares couldn't contain his rage. He fought them. He fought with everything he had. It didn't matter that they were trained soldiers; he wanted blood.

He hadn't been successful, of course. Beaten, bloodied, and thrown into a cell, his crime was assaulting the guards—an offense that could have gotten him floated as well. But instead, they sent him down to Earth with the rest of the delinquents.

A punishment disguised as hope.

Ares smirked bitterly. In his old life, he would've thought this was all a cruel joke. But now? Now, it was an opportunity.

The Descent

The dropship shuddered violently, the metal creaking as it entered Earth's atmosphere. The other delinquents screamed and shouted, some in excitement, others in fear. The chaotic energy filled the space, but Ares sat quietly, gripping the edge of his seat, already strategizing.

This world was a brutal one. He had seen it unfold before his eyes in the show. Clarke Griffin. Bellamy Blake. Octavia Blake. These were the names that would lead humanity in the original timeline. But not this time.

This time, it would be Ares Drakon.

"Hey, man, what's your deal?" a lanky boy sneered, his nerves clearly on edge as he tried to pick a fight to burn off his fear.

Ares turned slowly to meet the boy's gaze. His cold, piercing stare was enough to silence the boy immediately. There was no need for words. His presence alone demanded submission.

Dominance.

That was his true weapon. He would bend others to his will, not through brute force alone, but through sheer charisma and control. His system stats reflected that—his Charm was already well above average. And it would only grow.

But that wasn't all. He had one more secret.

The ability that would make him a king in this savage world: Blood of the Gods. With it, he could make people fanatically loyal to him, a loyalty that would never waver. All it took was a drop of his blood… or a more intimate bond.

A dangerous smile played on his lips as the dropship hit Earth with a bone-rattling crash. The harnesses kept them from flying out of their seats, but the sudden jolt sent a shockwave through the crowd. Silence filled the space for a moment, then the hatch began to open with a loud hiss.

For the first time in a century, humanity was back on Earth.

The Landing

The cheers erupted as the delinquents began pouring out of the dropship. Bellamy Blake was the loudest among them, already rallying the others with his call for freedom. "We're free! No more Ark rules! This is our land now!"

Ares, however, didn't rush to join them. He stepped out of the ship slowly, his eyes scanning the landscape. The Earth was beautiful—wild, untamed, and filled with danger. He knew what was out there: the Grounders, who would eventually attack. The Mountain Men, who would hunt them. This was only the beginning.

"We're not free," a voice said behind him. Clarke Griffin. She had already caught on to the reality of the situation. "We're on our own down here. No food, no water. No way to survive unless we work together."

Ares turned to face her, his gaze cool and calculating. Clarke was smart. A natural leader. But that didn't matter. He wasn't going to let anyone else lead this group.

"She's right," he said, stepping into the conversation. "This isn't a playground. We need order. And someone who understands what it takes to survive in a place like this."

Bellamy glared at him, but Clarke looked intrigued.

"And who are you?" Clarke asked, her tone sharp, but her eyes sizing him up.

"Ares Drakon," he replied with a smirk. "And I know more than you think."

Clarke narrowed her eyes, but there was a flicker of curiosity in them. She didn't trust him yet. But she would.

Ares glanced around the clearing, already calculating his next move. He needed to secure power quickly. Bellamy might cause trouble, but Clarke would be useful. And then there was Octavia, who could be easily swayed if he played his cards right.

It begins now.