Chapter-1: All Knowing greedy System!

He looks around and sees a black sword stabbed into the throat of a seemingly frozen dead person. He stumbles towards it and withdraws the sword and examines it.

Spontaneously He throws both the sword down and falls back headfirst. He starts sweating heavily and grits his teeth. An influx of emotions and memories are right now being displayed in front of him from infancy to this moment every single memory, emotion has been felt by Letholdus.

He opens his eyes with renewed life. He accepts his identity and declares inwardly I am no longer a librarian on the bottom of the social ladder. I am the King of Kingdom Yaunir, the Rank-0 Kingdom.

He looks at himself and mutters, "You died being a filial son. I shall not disappoint and carry out your revenge. I didn't have any parents in the other world, but now that I have occupied your body. He is my father too."

He picks the black sword and raises his leg and stamps with all his might at the frozen dead man and mushes his face into a meat paste before using his sword to dig out the cave.

It took him half an hour of continuous digging to come out of the cave. At most, it would have taken him a minute if his body was in prime but now, his body is suffering from weakness and malnutrition due to his weeks spent here. He peeks out of the cave and glances at the area before coming out of the snow seeing no soldiers nearby.

The snowstorm has since long calmed down and the snow hills made beautiful scenery with the orange sky. Letholdus accepts his new name Tristan and starts examining his belongings.

He looks at the almost dark sky and decides to stay in the cave for the time being as it was becoming night. He notices a band made up of red and black threads etched with a wood emblem with a black dragon carved on it, strapped on his wrist. He remembers it. His grandpa gifted it when he was born and since then he had never been allowed to remove it.

As he was examining it. It suddenly started burning and Tristan, taken back with the scenario, takes some snow from beside and places it on the band, hoping to extinguish the fire.

It starts to burn more rigorously and Tristan hurriedly unties the band and throws it on the snow.

The band turns into ashes and disperses into the wind.

Tristan lets out a sigh of relief and starts getting curious about what caused this phenomenon.

Nothing unexpected happens. He waits for a while and when seeing nothing is happening, he gets a bit more cautious thinking if it's not good then it is bad.

Suddenly-

The originally docile wind starts getting a bit wild and starts blowing at high speed slowly forming a tornado. Bewildered, Tristan looks at the slow-forming 20-meter tall tornado and hurriedly runs back into the cave. He enters the cave and waits there for a while and takes occasional peeks for the situation occurring outside.

He could hear the wind raging and the snow splattering and rocks getting thrown far away. The trees got rooted and broken into logs causing splinters to fly everywhere.

Following the time taken to brew a tea, he stops hearing the sharp winds and also looks at the calm yet destroyed scenery of uneven snow splattered all over the area and uprooted trees with splinters all around the area. He goes out cautiously. As he steps out of the cave again. He notices an elderly man standing on the snow slightly floating above it wearing white clothes.

The elderly man had a mask covering his face, suspecting him as an enemy from the Kingdom of Arcana. Tristan postures himself for a fight and raises his guard to the maximum. He tries revolving his Qi but when notices nothing happening, grits his teeth and stares at the elderly man.

A husky voice is heard in his mind, "Child, it has been long since we met. Won't you hug your grandpa? You were still a kid running in his underpants when I gave you the Universe Band. Ah! It took you so long to raise your soul force, to ignite the band."

Tristan, bewildered by the words, concludes that this person is dead Tristan's grandpa. He hurriedly says, "Grandpa you are alive!?"

The elderly figure chuckles and says, "No. I have long since died. It is just my remaining consciousness. I had been waiting for you the otherworldly to come to this world and possess my son's body."

Tristan's face turns grim and he prepares to run away any second the elderly figure shows any sign of attacking. Although he knows escaping is impossible, he would rather die trying than just stand still and wait for the opponent to attack.

The elderly figure continues, "Don't worry I had long since predicted your possessions. You are the torchbearer, for the fate of the universe lies in your hands. I will be joining my son and grandson soon enough. This is the only gift I could prepare for you after staying in your world for centuries. I know you will complete my son's vengeance."

A small orb with burning blue flames covering it is summoned by the elder out of nowhere and he swooshes it towards Tristan. He doesn't resist and lets the blue flames cover him. The expected pain didn't come and instead, a warm and rosy feeling is felt by him and he slowly falls unconscious. He inwardly screams, "WHY DO I ALWAYS KEEP FALLING UNCONSCIOUS!"

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After 3 days, he wakes up in a fairly familiar fluffy bed and grunts while looking around at the familiar surroundings. He gets off the bed and notices a mirror hanging on a luxurious cupboard and stands in front of it. He looks at his face for a good while and sighs while muttering, "If I had the same face when I was on earth, I surely would have not just been a librarian." and then suddenly stops thinking about this as he remembers the burly man incident.

He remembers this place. Looks like his grandpa has sent him back to his castle. He looks at his bare chest and torso and finds a tattoo of a sword protecting a castle. He touches it as he finds it unfamiliar.

The tattoo starts glowing and a small pop is heard before…

[Good morning! Master.]

Tristan stares at it for a while before gaping and exclaiming, this is my golden finger! A system!

[I am an all-knowing system, I am here to help hosts provide a stronghold in the dark ages of humanity!]

Tristan finds something weird in the system's words and asks, "What do you mean by providing a stronghold? I can't defeat it?"

[The Apocalypse is inevitable! You can only be embroiled in a constant war against it, but defeating it is impossible because it is everywhere.]

Tristan sighs and comments, "So I was reincarnated just to provide a small haven and then die? No eternal glory? I take my words back. As long as my stronghold exists my glory will be etched forever."

Then with shiny eyes, he shouts, "I will create a stronghold which will eternally exist."

He asks, "What is your use system?"

[I had been created to help the host find any knowledge he wanted. I shall provide the answers to every question of yours!]

Tristan thinks in his head, "That means I have a personal library and librarian!" He asks, "So do you know what apocalypse I will be facing?"

[Yes! You have to pay 20,000,000,000 gold coins to view the information about the apocalypse!]