บท 42: Retry

:Start of Volume 2 Expansion

The sky was filled with the sound of bullets and screams as the two armies clashed on the battlefield. The modern army had the upper hand with their powerful weapons, but the medieval army was holding their own with sheer numbers and ferocity. The modern army was making headway, but the medieval army was not backing down. They fought with a feverish intensity, their swords and spears clattering against their opponents' armor as they charged forward. The ground was littered with bodies from both sides, the air thick with smoke and the smell of death. The clash of steel and cries of battle echoed in the air. The modern army was slowly pushing the medieval army back, their relentless fire eventually forcing the latter to retreat. As the modern army advanced, they left behind a scene of destruction and carnage. In the end, the modern army emerged victorious, their superior firepower allowing them to easily overpower their opponents.

In the huge mountain of bodies was a man still slinging on to his last breath swearing to kill every last one the this enemy. He was wearing a leather armor, had green hair and a handsome face which was deformed by the explosions.

This was Artyom Igor, a common soldier of the Empire of Tibun in the Central Continent. Tibun Empire and many other kingdoms and Empires have been fighting this magical modern army for more than 2 years now but today they have lost. Artyom was still alive, but he was mostly dead inside. He had lost his family, friends and country and now he was determined to get his revenge. He swore to himself that he will kill every last one of those monsters. As the last of the modern army faded away, Artyom gasped for breath and slowly began to stand up, ready to fight his last fight and avenge his fallen comrades.

As soon as he stood up all the adrenaline in him disappeared and all shock from the wounds on his body finally dawned on him killing him slowly. He was unable to breath, his vision blurred and he couldn't even hear the screaming of the injured and dying around him. All he saw was darkness.

The defeat on the battlefield spelled the beginning of the end for the Empire of Tibun. With their forces decimated and their resources depleted, the Empire was unable to withstand the onslaught of the modern army and was quickly overwhelmed. Many of the people were forced to flee, while others remained behind to fight a losing battle. News of the Empire's fall spread quickly, shaking the foundations of the entire Central Continent. In the wake of the Empire's defeat, chaos and instability descended upon the region. Warlords rose to power, seizing control of the fractured lands and redrawing the political map of the Central Continent. Old alliances were broken, new enemies made, and years of conflict followed as the region struggled to recover from the devastation of the war. In time, the Empire of Tibun was forgotten, replaced by a new era of prosperity and stability. Though the fields were still littered with the remains of the fallen, the people of the Central Continent had moved on.

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Artyom was standing in a dark and mysterious chamber, the walls seemingly made of an unknown material and the floor was made of a black marble. In the center of the room sat a large chair carved from a single block of marble. Sitting atop this chair was a figure draped in a long black cloak. This figure was the Moderator, a powerful being that had come to grant Artyom a second chance at life. Artyom stepped forward and bowed before the Moderator, humbled before its presence. The Moderator stretched out its hand and began to speak.

"Artyom, I have seen your life and your struggles and I am here to offer you a second chance. I will give you the power to change your life and to make a new one. You will have the strength and the will to do whatever you wish. Use it wisely and you will be rewarded. Make a mistake, however, and you will be punished. Are you ready to accept this new challenge?"

Artyom nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. "Yes, Moderator. I am ready."

The Moderator smiled, its eyes glinting in the darkness. "Very well. Let's begin."

The Moderator chuckled, "Let me explain why I am granting you a second chance. It is for entertainment. Your life is a story, and I want to see how you will use this opportunity to create a new one. Think of it as a game, Artyom. You can take whatever paths you choose, and I will watch to see how it all turns out."

"Yes" Artyom said

"Alright I will send you back to 12 years ago, I can only send you as far back as this hope you will entertain me well"

With that Artyom suddenly disappeared from the room.

"Now Administrators your plans are totally smashed with this" The moderators started laughing uncontrollably after mumbling to itself.

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I slowly opened my eyes and I was standing in a different place. I looked around, taking in the new surroundings.

I was standing in a small village, the sun shining down around me. I could hear the sound of children playing, and I smiled. I had been given a second chance, and I was going to make the most of it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, ready to start my new life.

When I saw a gift-like symbol in my line of sight. It was a small gift symbol in the bottom right corner. It was moving as if telling me to click it. I tried touching it but it was not actually in front of me but it was in my sight.

I Focused on it and suddenly words opened in front of me..

:Blessing from the Moderator Premier T8

Mortal Here is blessing from me so that you can select a good path for yourself.