Chapter 1: C1: Prologue: Worthless incarnation

10, July, Year 10,095.

A clear, sunny blue sky.

Outer Heresy city, Grassland, on the blood-spattered plains, under the watchful gaze of the brilliant blue sky.

*Kurk*

*Growl*

Beasts of all sizes, from the tiniest to the largest, and of all strengths, from the lowest to the highest.

Soldiers battle for their fatherland.

No nation will disparage the idea of denying monkeys to human rights.

Thus:

There won't be a problem per se concerning violations of human rights by suppressing and killing them, even if our real enemies are beyond human comprehension, as long as their languages, skin colors, and ancestors are considered to be of different tribes. They will be viewed as monkeys wearing human skins.

= Ashborn

As dazzling sunshine peaked through the gaps between their arms and feet. 

Monsters and demons crossed the heresy borders in the grassy regions full of lovely but partially bloody areas.

The repulsive and menacing mouths exhibited a desire to seek and devour humanity as their fangs and saliva sank.

<Load all ammunition, bulletproof gear, energy weapons, and spiritual energy to maximum capacity.>

<Rogue, Prepare for combat.>

Ashborn said as he spoke to his two subordinates through a white airpod that had a small grim reaper's artwork on it.

A wireless signal that was distinctly out of date resonated amid the loud cacophony.

=To the Grim Reaper, center controller one. Observers were the target of enemy intercepting forces, which included soldiers engaged in close combat and anti-tank artillery at the troop level.

"Grim reaper over here, I see. I've noticed movement here. As he sensed enemy movement," Ashborn said as he directed spiritual energy to both of his eyes.

<All power will now be delegated to the battlefield captain. Get rid of the empire's foes for the sake of the fatherland, even if it means sacrificing yourself.>

“Understood.”

“…

<I apologize to all of you. I'm very sorry.>

^Transmission ending.^

<Making ready the rifles.>

<Surge Protector is now active. 50% of spiritual energy is in use. Views of observers are opened.>

<visual perception Check the bullet reload. adversary timer. hunting mode.>

"To all, this is the Grim Reaper; the Center controller has given the order. Grim Reaper will assume control." Ashborn spoke as he slowly moved, shooting with his left hand and placing his right hand over his left ear.

"This is Asura. That's okay. The same as always, 'Grim reaper' What are the last commands from that fucking central controller, then?" Grey halted, In between cutting off a red Orc's hands and shooting the goblin who was attempting a sneak attack in the head.

"I'm truly sorry," Ashborn said.

From the other end of the ballad, there was a cackle.

"Pff, same old white Monkey, hopeless. What the hell was that apology for, lads, you hear that? See no sin, hear no depravity. 

Don't think it's a bad thing for the death gods to take us to Vinland because we're going to die anyhow." Caleb spoke, As he cocked his spectacles.

"Sixty seconds before face-to-face combat... bursting past lizard men Rakes attacked at top speed under an air dragon fire."

"All right, you guys, let's go!"

<Observers Visual Open>

Enemy detection: noting B9 Noted as "D1" “C3” “Q4” “V5” “E6″ “S7 “M8” “A9” “D10” “P11” “G12” “W13” “J14” “L15” “K16” “R17″ “I18” “O19” “X20” “Z21” “T22” “U23” “T24” –….>

<Maximum spiritual energy>

<Fire: Squad One>

*Bang, Bang.*

"Asura here! Keep them from moving around. Clean them up here!"

"Three, Majin! monster of high level at ten o'clock! Evade-dammit!!”

<Reload>

*Bang, Bang,*

Grey turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of the terrifying clawspoter beast that was about to pierce his upper back. He flicked to the back of the clawspoter and fired at close range, dodging the double Claws attack from ten o'clock at death's breath.

As the dead body fell, holes were made into a gory mess, and blood splashed.

"One to the squad, Caleb. Asura is unblocked. The grim reaper will assume control."

<Reload>

*Bang, Bang*

While moving quickly and channeling spiritual energy at his feet, he pulled a blade from the rifle's tip and cut up the demon's head before moving on to the next target and firing long-range shots.

Its head was spattered with red blood.

<Majin, Two here. I apologize to all. Here's where the line ends.>

<This is Grim reaper. Hold on a second, Center controller! sending more troops right away! Asura shall assume leadership!>

<Roger that. Good luck, Asura.>

<I'll leave it to you. Hallo, Ashborn. Grim Reaper.>

“What?”

"Don't forget the pledge, don't pass away!"As they noticed more creatures surrounding Ashborn since he was attempting solo kills, Caleb and Grey both said to him.

“…Ahh.”

"I'll leave it to you. Hallo, Ashborn. Grimreaper.”

“What?”

"Don't forget the pledge, don't pass away!" 

As they noticed more creatures surrounding Ashborn since he was attempting solo kills, Caleb and Grey both said to him.

“…Ahh.”

C1: Signal lost.

[Two friendly units.]

[99 dead units.]

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After being taken out of the ear and set aside, the noisy airpod began to ring, the captain's voice blending with the sultry breeze of the setting sun.

<This is... center controller Do you hear me, forces? Please reply, Squad One.>

C1 – Not responding.

A tall, white-haired man with a pale complexion and red lower lips, SP bulletproof vest, imperial uniform, and a belt of caliber ammo wrapped diagonally over his upper torso and a piston in each of his wrist belts was described.

By directing spiritual energy to his energy guns as he changed the ammo, he was able to aim and fire monsters, beasts, and demons at close and wide ranges while sprinting and dodging incoming attacks.

Blood and skulls spilled off of monsters and demons alike as bullets penetrated their heads, revealing the Red Blood of the Monster.

He kills his enemy with no compassion or feelings, just icy eyes, and a cold heart.

<This is a controller for the Grim Reaper to Center.>

The entire monster invasion was stopped. confirming the departure of creatures and monsters.

<Operation completed.>

<Ready to go back.>

<Grim reaper. Are there any other monsters?>

<Transmission ending>

Before hearing the conclusion of this stupid query, which he had no need or obligation to hear, he turned off the transmission.

A crimson glow was projected over the sky as the sun, which had been brightly illuminating the planet, slid below the eastern peaks.

The adversaries' lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the ground in the shadows of the flames, their bloody interiors visible through delicate angles. Death and a bloody mess conclude whether they were friends or beasts, monsters, or demons.

No sign of life was to be found.

No matter where or how far away the location, just the corpses and wandering spirits of the dead remained.

The hush was oppressive. The sinking sun cast crimson light across the horizon past the peaks, which appeared to be dark shadows at the ends of the grassland.

Only he and his Rifle were the only sources of life in this world that had practically severed relations with Life, whether they were illuminated by the crimson light or veiled in the dark shadows.

He looked down and felt a deeper anguish, a dagger piercing his left back leg, his bloodied body covered in stains, riddled with innumerable bullets as blood dripped from them.

He stooped to extract the dagger from between his left rear legs, yelling in agony, "Argh!" as scarlet blood spurted from them.

He uses spiritual energy to heal the wound, and when the wounds recovered, he once more uttered a sound of pain.

He sighed, letting down his guard as he stretched his neck and looked around. 

His finger touched a small area on his left piston, which had become shriveled up in the evening light and cooled in the evening breeze. 

He raised his head to the sunny sky.

"When I regressed, my life was just a feeble life, so how did it get to this point where I was now fighting and killing high-ranked creatures?"

As a parting gift to the goblin races that murdered her family, the formerly lovely pink blossom short flowers were now covered in the blood of the beloved former empire captain who blew herself up.

"What a shame. A white monkey perished identical to a fly."

The blood of the captain, who also slaughtered thousands of demons, sprang these flowers.

The battlefield was covered in the scarlet red of creature corpses, which looked stunningly beautiful against the dusky sky-burning tone of the sunset.

The upshot was that the whole battlefield had taken on the proper scarlet tone.

"What a harsh world, I believed this life would be different, yet heresy city was still devastated and my parents died even after I went back in time"

He took off his mask and sobbed hard as he watched the flames of Heresy City engulfing the city in flames in the distance.

He cried out as he fell to the gory ground, "I tried, I tried, but I still failed. What do I do, what's next, sob, sob."

No matter what one accomplishes or whether one could travel back in time, a weakling will always remain weak.

His eyes widened as a single memory popped into his thoughts at that precise moment, striking him like a bolt of lightning and sending chills down his spine.

Something has changed.

"Grey and Caleb were still alive."

Yes, Grey and Caleb perished in his previous incarnation at the hands of a fierce clawspoter onslaught, but his fate in this life was a little bit different.

"So if I regressed one more, huh?"

He pulled out a piece of equipment as he observed the small gold blade that shone in the red-dimming sun's reflection.

The regression blade, Pulsar

He discovered the blade in a throne room of a western dungeon, a relic he discovered in his first life when he was a weakling and managed to flee the attack of Heresy City.

He was forced to go back and try to fix things again.

His heart.

*Puuuuk!*

He pierces his heart at that precise location as blood began to flow from his jaws.

Blood was pouring from his chest, and his favorite rifle and military vest were covered in it as he collapsed to the ground.

This time, the sun had almost completely set. Soon, the numerous stars in the pitch-black heavens began to emerge.

What a harrowing experience, another encounter with death

His consciousness started to reach out and grasp the milky way with a wonderful look still on his face. 

But at that moment he realized he never enjoyed the sight of the dark sky.

He grinned and told himself, 

"Once more, I'll change everything."

*UuuuuWung!*

A dazzling blue light soon enveloped Ashborn.

*Vase…. Museu....... Uvelvo.......*

Ashborn had begun a chant at the same time.

Words were cruelly spewed forth one by one. This sound in no way emanated from his voice.

This was also not a common chant.

*Ba...... Uebjsauvagto.*

The Godness who initially encountered Ashborn believed that he was popularly regarded as the "Initiator of Spiritual force." She had invented and taught the indigenous *Arctic language* to Ashborn.

*Jain... Shenigas!*

When the echo of the echoing Arctic cry was ready to end, at the center of the mountain.

The dirk disintegrated and dispersed into dust. The final remnant was progressively obscured by the bright blue light.

Of the human race and the man who aspires to be a hero.

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