Lohan Ardyn stood in the corner of the training field, barely keeping his balance as a magic projectile slammed into his shoulder. He didn't cry out. He never did. Pain was the only consistent part of his school life.
"Still standing, trash?" one of the upperclassmen jeered, laughing as another fireball charged in his palm. "You're an Ardyn in name only."
Lohan didn't respond. He stared at the dust-covered floor beneath his feet, waiting for the blows to stop.
The truth was, he didn't care.
Not anymore.
Because the voice in his head had awakened.
> [System Booting…]
[Godbreaker Protocol Online.]
[Welcome back, Hajun Ardyn.]
His eyes widened slightly, but his expression remained still. Inside, however, a storm raged.
He remembered.
The Tower. The 100th floor. The betrayal. The gods who ripped his soul apart. And Justine—the girl who struck the final blow.
And now… he was back.
Reincarnated as the weakest student in a prestigious academy. No mana. No skills. Constantly bullied, even by his own cousins. The laughingstock of the once-great Ardyn family.
A perfect disguise.
> [Unique Skill Acquired: Adaptive Copy]
[Passive Skill Unlocked: Combat Memory (EX)]
[Quest Issued: Reclaim the Tower.]
Lohan's lips curled ever so slightly.
They had no idea what they'd awakened.
---
The bell rang. Class was dismissed, and the students filed out, laughing, some of them still whispering insults as they passed by him. One girl lingered near the gate, watching from a distance—tall, silver-haired, and expressionless.
Winter Elshade.
S-Rank prodigy. Ice Empress of the new generation. Untouchable.
For a brief moment, their eyes met.
She looked at him with something strange—not pity. Not amusement.
Curiosity.
Then she turned and left without a word.
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That night, Lohan returned to his tiny dorm room. The lights flickered. The air was cold. His body still ached.
But he knelt calmly, placed a hand on the floor, and muttered:
"Show me the spell used on me earlier today."
A screen blinked into view.
> [Analyzing Spell Signature…]
[Firebolt (C-Rank) Acquired.]
He smiled.
Slowly. Coldly.
They threw stones at a god and expected no retaliation.
> "Let's begin again," he whispered. "Let's burn the heavens—one floor at a time."