S+ Ranker! The King of Death
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The sword hovered at his throat, unmoving, the crimson gaze of the General flickering like dying embers. But the danger had not passed.
Savier June
Why... why can't I breathe...?
His chest tightened. His limbs trembled.
His chest tightened. His limbs trembled.
Then, like black ink spreading through clear water, a numb coldness crept through his veins.
Savier June
No... no, no, no—what is this?!
It was worse than any wound, worse than any fever. A cold that burned. That pulled at his soul like it wanted to rip it out, shred it, rewrite it.
His hands clutched at his chest, but there was no heartbeat. Nothing. Just silence.
Savier June
I don’t… want to die…
But it was like screaming into an abyss. His vision blurred. Black veins spidered across his skin, curling with frost and shadow. His teeth chattered, then clenched.
Savier June
(tears falling, hoarse):
Someone... help me...
But there was no one. Only ancient stone and the presence of death.
□□□
The flesh dies, the soul awakens.
Savier June
(last breath):
...Lukas...
He didn’t even know why he whispered that name.
The last image burned into his mind was a flash of silver hair and cold, storm-lit eyes.
Until the moment his fingers twitched…
And something unseen stirred in the tomb around him.
The chamber was still. Cold. Echoes of death lingered in the air.
Savier’s eyes snapped open.
He sat up. Fast. Too fast.
He clutched his chest—but there was no heartbeat.
Savier June
No... no way...
He touched his skin. Cold. Pale like snow under moonlight. His hands were shaking.
He staggered to the altar, found the warped edge of an ancient mirror embedded in the stone.
His hair was silver, smooth like silk.
His skin had turned pale, almost porcelain.
His brown eyes shimmered unnaturally—flashing green, like twin emerald flames before fading back to a dull brown.
Savier June
I’m not... human anymore…
Savier June
I don't have a heartbeat...
■[Ding.]
■[Window Status Updated.]
A translucent window appeared before him.
■[Name: Savier June]
■[Race: Reborn Human / Necromancer]
■[Rank: S+]
■[Level: 1]
■[Title: King of the Dead]
■[Class Skill: Grave Authority (Locked)]
■[Summon Limit: 0/3]
■[Mana Type: Shadow / Soul]
■[Warning: Status Abnormal – No Heartbeat Detected]
■[□□□□□□□....]
Savier June
(staring, trembling):
S-Plus...? King... of the Dead...?
He backed away from the window like it would burn him. But all he felt was cold.
Savier June
(terrified):
This isn’t strength…
Savier June
This is a curse.
He clenched his jaw. His thoughts spun wildly.
Savier June
💭 If Maria saw this, she’d tell her guild.
Savier June
💭If Lukas saw… would he strike him down like a monster?
He remembered the mocking eyes of other hunters. The cruel laughter. The words:
Anonymous Hunter
You’ll never be one of us.
Anonymous Hunter
Just a wannabe with a mop.
Savier June
I can’t let anyone know… If they find out, I’m dead. For real.
He looked at his pale hands. They trembled.
Savier June
(Voice cracking):
I didn’t ask for this... I just wanted to survive.
But now… he wasn’t even sure he was alive.
Savier June
I have to hide. I’ll figure this out… on my own.
He stood slowly, clutching the pouch with the green mana stone still inside. His only link to what felt like a normal life.
He walked out of the tomb like a shadow passing through silence, unseen.
The statue of the General bowed its head, just slightly.
Comments
(Yui)
author chan I'm gonna guess is this an fanfic of solo leveling/Doubt//Doubt//Doubt//Doubt//Doubt/
2025-05-29
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