In the dim silence of the room, a young man stood before the mirror, staring at his own reflection as if searching for answers hidden beneath the surface. His thoughts were clearly elsewhere—distant, tangled, restless.
He was quite handsome. Long black hair fell to his shoulders, slightly unkempt, framing a sharp face. His dark eyes, however, betrayed him—they were filled with confusion, flickering with something deeper.
For a moment, he just stared.
Then, slowly, the confusion twisted.
His jaw tightened. His eyes hardened.
Anger.
"Dammit, Nikita… you fucking bitch…"
The words came out low at first, then louder, spilling out uncontrollably. Curse after curse followed, echoing in the empty room as he vented everything building inside him. Nearly five minutes passed before his voice finally gave in.
Silence returned.
Heavy.
Exhausted, he ran a hand through his hair and dropped onto the bed. His body sank into the mattress as he stared up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, breathing uneven.
The anger was gone.
But the storm inside him… wasn't.
Anyone looking at him might think he was unstable—shifting between confusion and rage without reason. But this wasn't madness.
These were memories.
He was Revan.
A thirty-year-old man who had once lived a powerful life on Earth. He was the second-in-command of a gang that ruled an entire city. Money, women, power, loyal men—he had everything.
But his beginning had been far from glorious.
He was an orphan.
Weak. Quiet. An easy target.
The other children bullied him constantly. He lacked presence, lacked confidence—he was the kind of boy others stepped on without hesitation.
Until one day… something changed.
That day, he was being beaten again, his food taken like always. In frustration, he lashed out and kicked a stray dog's tail. The animal turned on him instantly, ready to bite.
Before it could, a man stepped in.
The man stopped the dog and pulled Revan away. He had been watching everything—the bullying, the humiliation, the helplessness.
Then he said something that would change Revan's life forever:
"The more you back down, the easier it is for people to step on you. Even if you lose, fight back. Make it hard for them. Make them hesitate."
Those words burned into Revan's mind.
From that day on, he changed.
He followed that man—a local gang leader. Learned from him. Grew under him.
The weak orphan disappeared.
In his place… a predator was born.
Years later, Revan became his most trusted subordinate—the second-in-command.
But power always attracts betrayal.
One day, Nikita—the boss's daughter—called him.
"Dad wants to see you," she said casually.
Revan went without suspicion.
Inside the house, the atmosphere felt wrong.
Then Nikita smiled.
"Oh, Revan… why did you kill my father?"
Revan froze.
"What are you talking about?"
Before he could react, another man rushed in.
"Ma'am, we've killed all of Revan's loyal men."
Revan's heart sank.
A trap.
Raaga, the other second-in-command, stood silently nearby.
Revan's eyes locked onto Nikita.
"…Why?"
She smiled, calm and cold.
"My father was getting old,Weak but he oldy who fixed passing gang . to to my useless brother." She stepped closer. "So I took control."
Her gaze sharpened.
"I wanted you by my side. But you're too loyal… I know that you would rather deid than work for me , so you had to go ."
Revan's mind raced.
No guns areallowed in the boss's house. That rule had sealed his fate.
Still—he wouldn't die quietly.
In a sudden motion, he grabbed a lamp and hurled it at Nikita.
But Raaga had already stepped infront of Nikita
He had expected it this much from his fromer calculating comrade in arms with signal from Raaga .
Doors burst open.
Men flooded in—dozens of them total hundred.
Nikita moved aside, watching like it was a show.
Revan moved.and started throwing things on mans fast a dagger appeared in his hand.He attack man in front him without thinking much
One man fell. With he plant his knee on another man's face with his daggar which dog in man ear he also fell down . Than Another man .
Blood splashed across the floor as he cut through them with ruthless precision. Attacks landed on him from all sides, but he ignored the pain.
He had only one goal—he had
Get out of here in any possible way but he clearly that it was not possible.k
Step by step, he pushed forward.
Bodies dropped.
Five.
Ten.
Twenty.
But his body was breaking.
Blood covered him. Wounds slowed him down. His breathing turned ragged.
He was reaching his limit.
Nikita watched with interest.
"…Impressive. If he wasn't so loyal, I would've kept him." He is also handsome.
She glanced at Raaga and said.
"End it."
Raaga nodded and raised his gun.
Gunshots echoed.
One.
Two.
Three…
Twenty-two shots.
Revan's body collapsed.
Dead.
"Clean this up," Nikita said coldly.
Darkness.
Revan's consciousness faded.
No pain.
No sound.
No body.
Just emptiness but he saw little light
Then— hen Move towards the light.
A sharp breath.
His eyes snapped open.
"…What?"
He blinked rapidly.
Am I not dead?
This wasn't a hospital.
The room was small. Simple. Wooden walls, basic furniture.
A rural house.
"…Where am I?"
Revan slowly sat up, confusion rising again.
Revan's eyes scanned the room carefully.
The walls were rough, built from uneven bricks. The roof above him was made of old tiles, some cracked, some barely holding together. A faint smell of dust and dry wood lingered in the air.
A village house…?
Before he could think further, he tried to sit up—
A sharp pain exploded in his head.
"Ugh—!"
His vision blurred instantly. It felt as if something was tearing through his mind from the inside. Memories—foreign, chaotic—crashed into him like a storm.
He tried to stay awake.
Tried to hold on.
But the pain was too much.
Darkness swallowed him again.
Three days later. Persent time
He lay still, staring at the ceiling. The same cracked tiles. The same fragile structure.Still not willing to believe that he is in different world.
"…So it's real."
His voice was hoarse.
He wasn't on Earth anymore.
He had… transmigrated to
This world was completely different—ancient in structure, ruled not by governments.but by power and hierarchy . Red Sun Dynasty is country name where he was Here, the Emperor's word was absolute. His command was law above all.
Revan slowly raised his hand, staring at it.
This wasn't his original body.
Through the memories he had absorbed, he now knew—
This body belonged to a young man named Revan Raker.
A same name… with a strange and mysterious fate.
But his current condition—
Was terrible.
Revan clenched his fist weakly.
"…Dry." I need get stronger.