[MC's POV]
When I read the first page, I was shocked beyond words — because it said this planet was formerly known as Earth.
After that, I just went ahead and speed-ran through the novel, my mind working in overcapacity for the first time in my life.
Apparently, before the era of the Tower, the year was 2024 AD — and that's also where my memories end.
After I died, due to God knows who or what, the Apocalypse arrived within a few months. But it was preceded by the Tower of Mythus, which gave all Earthlings the chance to rise in power and defend the planet.
From that point on, this age became known as the Era of the Tower.
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After I finished the book, I just sat there on the ground.
Dozens of theories spun through my head, but as always, none could be proven.
Still, I learned one crucial thing — the Awakening Age on this planet is twelve years old.
So if I want to recover my memories, or uncover the truth behind this botched reincarnation, I'll need to climb the Tower — not just climb, but dominate it.
They say the Tower has more than a thousand floors, but no one has ever reached the top to know the true number.
I didn't get much else from the text, but after reading, I was completely drained. I decided to continue with the remaining four books tomorrow.
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The next day, I started reading again.
These books told the story of how this family began, their lineage, and progression — one was about the founder of the Ro'nark Family, and the rest were more mundane.
Not every book can be like the first two I read, after all.
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From then on, I just roamed, searched, and ate.
For some reason, my diet had reduced to two meals a day. I didn't know why — or what to do about it — but I simply accepted it.
Time passed. I was finally allowed to go outside the compound, and when I saw the rest of the mansion, mine suddenly felt like an extra building attached to it.
I added that to the long list of unreasonable things happening in my life.
A few months later, I learned that I now had a little brother — there was a grand celebration in the mansion.
I already knew about my two older siblings, Matt Ro'nark and Maeve Ro'nark, though I'd never met them.
More than two years passed before I finally learned the names of my absent parents — my mother, Naomi Ro'nark, also known as Celestial Sword, and my father, Matthew Ro'nark, also known as Light's Spear.
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Life continued.
No one to talk to. No one to "play" with.
Just me, and my thoughts.
Fortunately, my brain never stayed silent — constantly producing scenarios and theories from my previous memories — keeping me from going insane with boredom.
There were plenty of things to entertain myself with, but I guess my family forgot that I needed them as a child.
Anyway… one night, I was resting on my bed, eyes half-closed, when I suddenly felt movement in my usually silent gallery.
I got up, curious to see who dared grace me with their presence during my lonely hours — but when I looked around, there was nothing.
So I went back to sleep.
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[The Being's POV]
As I watched my little self doing his mental mathematics, I saw a bug crawling its way toward him.
I decided to use this opportunity — to meet my little self in person, as he slept.
In a low whisper, I said,
"I know you are suffering. You don't want to accept it yourself — but persevere, little me. You will be fine.
Now that I am here, I'll leave you a little gift. You'll probably awaken it yourself… but I'll hasten the process."
As I finished speaking, my ethereal body faded away — and a small, glowing, rainbow-colored orb of light drifted into his chest and was absorbed.
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[3rd POV]
A man clad in a deep blue coat, wearing a mask and gloves, held a sharp knife in his hand.
He had been given a mission — to kill someone for wealth and Tower opportunities.
He might have hesitated, considering the target's name, but the money was simply too great to ignore.
After some investigation, he gathered everything he needed to know.
That night, he set out to complete his assassination.
But just as he reached the target's room and reached for the doorknob—
He froze.
The world around him shattered.
In the next instant, he found himself floating in an endless void, surrounded by something vast and unidentifiable.
Then came the dread — so crushing that his soul collapsed beneath the immense weight of the Being's presence.
That night, one man publicly died of unknown causes… and another simply vanished without a trace.
The one at the center of it all slept peacefully in his bed.
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[MC's POV]
Years passed.
My life stayed the same — quiet, repetitive, and isolated.
At the age of five, I was taken to a new building, far grander than my shabby house.
They said it was a training facility, designed to prepare children for the Tower — called the Genesis Program, created solely for the descendants of the Ro'nark Family.
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This program taught participants either the Ro'nark Sword Technique or the Ro'nark Spear Technique.
It also included training in martial combat and physical conditioning.
There was even a special seminar for high-potential candidates — though I wasn't one of them, so I had no idea what they were taught.
Instead, I found something far more valuable: the library.
I read everything I could get my hands on — every book that might help me understand or grow stronger.
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It's been seven years since my birth.
Today is my seventh birthday.
Like always, I spent it alone — analyzing every movement in the Ro'nark Sword Technique and incorporating my own thoughts on how to improve.
For my weapon, I chose a katana. Not for any special reason — it just felt right.
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After joining the program, I learned something interesting.
My brain wasn't just faster at reading — it was faster at everything.
Every sword movement I focused on became ingrained in my mind, like I had practiced it for years.
So I observed during the day… and replicated everything at night.
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Today was different.
Not because it's my birthday — but because today, my younger brother, the one with high potential and natural affinity, was joining the Genesis Program.
I didn't know how to feel.
I'd never met him. But I knew my three siblings often gathered — during family dinners, celebrations, or casual visits.
I was never invited.
They didn't even bother to hide it. I was the family's embarrassment — the red-haired failure with no potential.
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Whatever respect or affection I once had for my mother had long been buried under years of silent disappointment.
While I was lost in thought, I noticed a golden-haired boy walking toward me — one among a sea of golden heads, though his hair shone a bit brighter.
That aura of superiority gave him away instantly.
My little brother.
He stopped in front of me, curiosity glinting in his eyes.
"So you're the stain on our family," he said.
"I'm told you're a sword genius — you don't practice, you only observe.
Would you like to spar with me, and teach your little brother a lesson?"
The smugness on his face was endless.
Internally, I was just… tired.
Every cliché was coming true — the arrogant younger brother, the mockery, the forced rivalry.
I had no desire to play along.
So I stood up, looked him in the eye, and said flatly,
"I don't have time for your childish schemes. Come to me when you're serious, Nolan."
Then, I walked away.