>[Congratulations, Host!!]
I blinked.
A glowing interface hovered in the air in front of me.
A system window?
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— Personal Info—
Name: Noel Morris
Level: 1
Skill Points: 0
Class: None
Title: Player
— Attributes —
Strength: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 13
Durability: 1
Mana: 5
— Skills —
A Player's Privilege (SSS-Rank) – Locked
Palette of Echoes (SS-Rank) – Locked
Retroscripted Fate (SS-Rank) – Locked
Mana Veins (S-Rank) [Lv. 1] – Allows Host to breathe in pure mana from surroundings.
Nocturne Mind (A-Rank) [Lv. 1] –Grants Host resistance to all types of mental attacks.
— Items —
None
— Quests —
1 Active Quest
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'....What the hell'
Despite the absurdity of the moment, my mind was already running at full speed.
That name—Noel Morris.
I recognized it immediately. I'd seen it once, maybe twice, in all the hours I'd spent grinding through Elarion's Crown. It wasn't the name of a boss or a key NPC. Just a background character in a side dialogue—so minor, most players probably missed it.
And the people around me... I knew those faces too.
'Herta Morris. Vistin Morris.'
The Duchess and Duke of the Morris family. One of the great noble houses in the kingdom of Elarion.
In the game, their house no longer existed.
They were executed.
Branded as traitors who colluded with demons, their entire bloodline was purged before the main storyline even began. And now I was reborn as their son?
A forgotten name, tied to a doomed family.
This... was bad.
Really bad.
The more I thought about it, the more my stomach turned.
The Morris family fell two years before the story's starting point, which centered around the protagonist entering the academy around the time he was 15.
That gave me roughly 13 years before everything went to hell.
And Noel—me—was supposed to die before the story even began.
No big role. No quest line. Just a casualty of world-building.
Yet, here I was.
Alive. Aware. And equipped with something no other character had—a System. And Powerful Skills
'A Player's Privilege?'
'Retroscripted Fate?'
'Palette of Echoes?'
Those weren't in the original game. I was sure of it. Even the most obsessive players on the forums had never mentioned anything remotely like them. They sounded broken. Powerful. And entirely out of place.
Was it a modded version? A hidden path? Or something beyond even the devs' intent?
Whatever it was, I'd been given a second chance. And I wasn't about to waste it.
Whether the Duke was truly guilty or not, I won't let this family fall.
I won't go down as a nameless nobody in this story.
In the original game, none of the endings were truly happy. Most ended in the Demon King's victory. Even the "best" endings came at immense cost—lives lost, kingdoms ruined, heroes dead. Even in those endings, the demon king remained alive
There were rumors of a 'True Ending,' whispered on forums and message boards, but no one had ever found it. Most believed it didn't exist.
But now?
Now, I was inside the story itself.
Maybe this time, I could find that ending.
Maybe this time, I could rewrite everything.
My tiny fingers curled instinctively.
I may be weak now. But I won't stay that way.
This world had its rules. I knew many of them. Enough to survive. Maybe even enough to thrive.
The system gave me one title.
Player.
And that meant one thing.
The game had started.