The Great Northern Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon.

These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history.

Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan.

'These cursed chains weren't something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

His talent was forged on the battlefield, but before he could fully develop it, he died.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he realized he had been reborn as Dane Sogres, the youngest son of a prestigious count.

The talent he now possessed... was not limited to just one field?!

A talent in spearmanship, assassination, magic, summoning, and even swordsmanship—which he had not been able to develop fully before!

He can finally nurture his endless talent in the embrace of the happy family he had always longed for.

"Spearmanship! Dane must absolutely learn spearmanship!"

"Are you saying that because you really don't know how useful learning stealth and assassination skills could be?"

"Magic is the future, Father, Mother!"

"For my younger brother... summoning would also be really nice..."

...Mm, this is a happy family, right?

His talent was forged on the battlefield, but before he could fully develop it, he died.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he realized he had been reborn as Dane Sogres, the youngest son of a prestigious count.

The talent he now possessed... was not limited to just one field?!

A talent in spearmanship, assassination, magic, summoning, and even swordsmanship—which he had not been able to develop fully before!

He can finally nurture his endless talent in the embrace of the happy family he had always longed for.

"Spearmanship! Dane must absolutely learn spearmanship!"

"Are you saying that because you really don't know how useful learning stealth and assassination skills could be?"

"Magic is the future, Father, Mother!"

"For my younger brother... summoning would also be really nice..."

...Mm, this is a happy family, right?

I was a being that ruled over death.

It took me a hundred years to come to a realization.

A human should live a human life. One shouldn't rule over something like that.

I was a being that ruled over death.

It took me a hundred years to come to a realization.

A human should live a human life. One shouldn't rule over something like that.

202X.

In the back alleys of Seoul, South Korea…

He looked down at the heroes under his feet—the heroes who adorned themselves in a variety of colorful clothes, as if they were K-pop idols on TV.

Those heroes? They were crawling beneath him, their gaudy outfits smeared with dirt.

That was the true nature of being a hero. He hoped the individuals before him learned that lesson well.

It was time to ensure they never forgot it.

As a magical girl, he swung his hammer down.

This is a bright story. The story of a man reclaiming his light.

[Innate Ability: Resurrection]

"What? What's with this super OP cheat skill?"

However, Kang Hyun didn't know.

What it meant to die, want to die, and not being able to.

The man who became the most infamous hunter on Earth with his immortal body!

As a human disaster--No, as one against the disasters facing the human race,

I will solo resurrect today as well!

I never imagined I’d be an awakener, let alone one so different from the others.

As if that weren’t enough, an ancient evil then enacted its plan to bring the world to its end through the very system everyone so loved.

Given a system no one had ever seen before on top of the one everyone already knew, I was dragged into the end of the world just as I gained everything I'd ever wanted.

With my loved ones in danger, what was I to do but become a hero?

The Golden Era, an age of prosperity for the human world, ruled over by the Three Divine Dragons. The ash of the abyss had not yet stained the land black.

The Silver Era, a continued age of peace, with advances in technology and magic the world would never see again.

Heralding the dark ages, the first Black Summer saw untold destruction. Volcanic ash swept over the land, hope died, and the forces of the abyss delighted in their massacre.

In a world where heroes and gods have disappeared, I was chosen by the Holy Sword.

Luan Bednicker, the youngest son of the "Great House."

But... I have no blessings?

"The Failure of the Lord of Blood and Iron"

"The Fool of Bednicker"

I wandered seeking a place to die, away from the clan's contempt.

But then...

"You? You're my disciple, you little shit."

The greatest of all time.

The one unparalleled among men.

The perfect superhuman.

I became the youngest disciple of Baek Nogwang?