"In a world where every child awakens a class, he awakened two. Then shattered them both."

In a galaxy governed by awakening ranks—from F to XXR, with X being the peak ever recorded—Arel was destined to fall short. Born to a humble blacksmith and a housewife in a backwater planet forgotten by the stars, his future was set in stone: poverty, ridicule, and silence.

At age twelve, when every child awakens their Class, Arel receives a Saint—an honorable, divine-based class—only to watch it crumble and be replaced by something cursed: Necromancer. In a world where the dead are feared and mental strain from summoning consumes even veterans, Necromancers are discarded, unwanted, dangerous. Especially when they’re human.

But Arel is different. He doesn’t just raise bones—he revives souls. Each minion he summons remembers their past, grows, evolves. And behind this forbidden class lies a System, whispering to him secrets buried in time, rewards within dungeons, and a path toward something ancient—something forgotten.

As chaos brews, dungeons erupt, and unknown races from far galaxies stir, Arel embarks on a journey to uncover the truth behind his father’s silence, his missing mother, and his sister’s mysterious Elf-Psychic hybrid class.

In a universe where even S-rank warriors tremble before Demon Lords of the Abyss, where Dragonkin guard their island realms and empires crumble overnight, Arel doesn’t just plan to survive.

He plans to break the system, forge a new path—and ascend beyond the ranks known to any galaxy.
Even if it means becoming a being the world no longer remembers.
Even if it means becoming... Chaosborn.

The Council was gone—vanishing like ghosts swallowed by time. Even the Headmaster stood motionless, eyes flickering with thoughts Riven couldn't begin to guess.


Only he and Lira remained under the broken sky.


She was sitting now, knees pulled to her chest, small hands clutched around the pendant she never took off. The chaos, the Reaver, the Council… all of it faded behind the way her hair blew softly in the wind, like a child caught in a storm she couldn't name.


He wanted to ask a thousand things—what she saw, what she became, what she forgot to remember—but none of them would fix the fear coiled in his gut.


Just sat with her, watching the cracks in the courtyard glow faintly with residual magic, like scars not yet healed.


They did not breathe. They did not blink. They did not remember names, only targets.


Bound in chains forged from collapsed timelines and stitched into the skin of forgotten gods, they slipped through the barriers of reality, invisible to all but the most ancient wards. Each step they took bled the color from the world around them.


And now, they walked toward the Academy.


Riven watched Lira sleep beneath layers of enchantments and sigils, each glowing faintly. The Librarian herself had etched them by hand, muttering things like null echoes and memory seals.


He stood at the window, fists clenched.


Only the system returned—its screen sluggish, flickering.


[Alert: Critical Synchronization Lag Detected][Skill: Passive Chaosborn Resonance - Awakening Stabilized][System Note: Two polar cores detected. Compatibility: Pending][Recommendation: Begin Dual Alignment Training][Warning: You are being tracked.]


Beneath the Academy, at the sealed vault...


The Headmaster stood before the door carved in celestial bone. The Librarian hovered beside him.


"You didn't tell the Council everything," she said quietly.


"No," he said. "About the class he's slowly becoming."


Chapter 11 - Shadows That Hunt the Light