In the year 2350, Earth changed forever. Portals tore open across the skies, unleashing monstrosities no human had ever faced. But with the monsters came awakening – humans gained power, ranks, and a status screen that defined their place in the new world.

Two centuries later, power no longer belonged to politicians, but to the awakened.

Damian Valcor, a bored 15-year-old, only cared about passing the entrance exam for an academy. But on the eve of the results, his life was overturned when he awakened the memories of his past life.

A past life where he was not an ordinary man…
But a ruthless mafia boss.

To his shock, the world he now lived in was nearly identical to a novel he had once come across in his previous life.

Although he remembered the world, he didn’t remember any of the characters of that novel.

But he was sure of one thing. Damian Valcor was not one of the main characters.

He was just a random Extra.

With underworld cunning, ruthless ambition, and the knowledge of what lies in the future for this world, Damian must make sure to protect his loved ones, the loved ones he never had in his past life.

He will make sure to snuff out the existence of any being who dared to endanger them.

But for that… He needs to rise as the one pulling the strings. 

And to do that, he needed… Power.

"Power isn’t granted, it’s taken – and I’ve had a lifetime of practice."
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[ACC Federation Stadium - Various Arenas - Aftermath of First Matches]


The other teams stood frozen in their respective arenas, their own matches forgotten, all attention drawn to the carnage being carried away from Arena One.


Medical teams rushed past with stretchers bearing the injured Westridge Academy students – one with a disfigured face that barely resembled human features anymore, two with spear wounds that had cauterized from fire even as they went through bodies, others missing limbs that had been severed with surgical precision.


A collective chill ran through every student who witnessed it.


The thought was universal, unavoidable and settled into their bones with cold certainty.


Cassius Eckhart stood with his arms crossed, his black hair catching the stadium lights, his grey eyes – the distinctive mark of House Eckhart – studying the scene with analytical precision.


Chapter 238 - Rivals