After the system had absorbed the world, it presented a different hierarchy in the form of alphabetical ranks. The world’s power then went upside down. From normal people who ate the rich and the rich who killed themselves, the world had entered a new stage.

Ranks that went from F to A and even added the random letters S, X, and L.

But the humans weren’t the ones who invented these ranks; the system did, in the form of the monsters. Gates, towers, dungeons, and many more different structures appeared in the world that presented monsters of varying rank.

The examples of the lowest rank of F to somewhere around D; are goblins, kobolds, imps, and gargoyles. But there is a reason why I said to be around D, as when you go up to the C-rank monsters and above, the power of these monsters changes.

One common example is the Cyclopes, they are a variant of your normal green family, it is a B-Rank monster in durability and C-Rank in strength. It was a monster that was labeled as a C-Rank by the System, but in reality, its power was much greater than anyone had thought.

This monster had an unbelievably fast regeneration and a body that was immune to… you know.

***

Seriously a Cyclopes? Why the fuck! I don’t know if I should try or just run. Isaac bit his nails- a huge beam blew from the Cyclops one eye, he dodged and flew with no stop.

Well, I can try my best to injure it multiple times until it dies, I mean it is only one… Isaac stopped and stretched his arms and legs in the air. A beam came out of its eyes; Isaac dodged again and clutched both his fists.

A Cyclops can fire beams out of its eyes at a very fast rate so I have to be quick. Isaac dodged the beam for five seconds and struck its eyes immediately. After one tap he left. This repeated until the Cyclops had to close its eye.

Oh, I won’t let you bitch! Before it could close its eye, Isaac launched with his hand open and plucked a small part out. He then flew back out as it waved its hands down from the rage and pain.

A Cyclops was as big as an Ogre, the only real difference was that its body was slimmer and it had one big eye instead of two.

The Cyclops had lost its vision and it was the perfect time to continuously injure it. Isaac headed down its raised arm and sliced its right ear with his tail. The Cyclops immediately retracted his right arm and placed it on his lost right ear.

While that happened Isaac then sliced the other ear. The Cyclops yelled in anger and pain. It stomped its feet to the ground and opened a small crater. Isaac flew back above his head plucked his tiny tail on its head and dragged it down to his eyes.

With a little bounce from the eyes, he flapped his wings and jetted to it with his nails. Isaac locked his place with his tail below and stabbed its eye as fast as he could. You durable bitch!

The Cyclops panicked as it earned injuries left and right. He hurried his right arm to his eye to remove the insect that scratched it. With a slow but strong swift, Isaac flew out and the Cyclops had smacked his own head; falling to the ground.

Wait? Shit! Isaac had focused way too much on dealing with the Cyclops with the knowledge of his past life. It had made him ignorant and lacklustered. He directed his hands to the blood of the Ogres and formed a giant spear to the sky.

Isaac gritted his teeth and his hands struggled in the air. The weight of the accumulated blood had reached his hands. His muscles started to tense and his bones began to crack. Holes opened throughout his body and blood spurted out that immediately floated to the blood spear in the sky.

He had lost proper control of his power, he couldn’t move the spear and struggled to even stop his own blood to combine inside the spear.

Isaac grunted and groaned. The Cyclops had begun to stand up from the floor and tried it’s best to open his eyes. Isaac pushed and pushed the spear down as hard as he could. His mind was clouded with scattered information and a lack of focus.

FUCKKKK!!!! I- Can’t! I can’t control it… what… what… Isaac’s mouth was left open. Rather than the spear, his mind focused on his incompetence. He was a person who had lived for a long time, but can you really say that meant he was perfect? There was also a saying that the smarter the person, the stupider they are.

The spear stayed in the air as the Cylops opened his eyes and a beam of light started circulate around his eyes. Soon the Cyclops launched his attacks.

I… lost… again. Isaac swiftly sliced the half of his body off with his tail. It fell to the ground and his eyes were covered with light as his body slowly evaporated. A few seconds later, his body turned into ash, and was placed as an annoying mole to the magic barrier.

The giant spear in the sky fell the ground into a giant pond of blood.

…

But there was something that stayed in the sky. The Cyclops looked up to the tiny form of a spear that was just about the size of the thing it had just fought. The spear started to fly in its direction. Before it could even react, the spear entered his eyes.

“Arghhh!!!” The Cyclops yelled and caused a ripple in the blood. A few more small spears came from the pond. It headed to his eye and soon it died.

“Fuck you…” A small mouth made of blood floated in the air with a tiny line that was connected to the bottom half of Isaac’s lower body.

[Wave 9 Starting]

“I give up…” Isaac arrived back to his throne. But this time there were two differences. First was that his entire mood had dropped down and the other was that the only that was left of his body was his lower half and the upper half that slowly regenerated.

Despite his lost vision and hearing, he sat down on the place he was certain to be his throne. Isaac was left in an empty void where he could only feel his feet and saw nothing like he was dead.

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Even though a God known as the System existed in his past life, no one still knew anything about the afterlife. I guess this is what it feels like to die. Well I mean I had already died when I killed myself, but still… wow… it’s so quiet that I will definitely get tired of my voice soon.

His voice echoed around his mind. Unlike when he just knew what he said in his mind, this time it wasn’t just the knowledge of his voice but also the sound of his voice. He was placed in the quietest room in the world with only his voice.

A few minutes passed and Isaac said nothing. It may seem normal, but being able to be quiet in your own head is not an easy thing.

I lost… Images tried to form in his view but nothing appeared. Isaac couldn’t even reminisce. He felt a weird collection of emotions that he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Hah… I mean… it’s not really because I lost was the problem, it’s just that… wow… I still had some pride that exists… he still exists… Isaac… is still alive… good to know…

***

At one of the viscounties of Draylia, the city of Ferads, is ruled by one of the richest nobles of the country.

Under the ground, inside a room with pebbles that made the floor and walls, with chains that hung from the ceiling and a ladder to the other side of a statue, a man kneeled with his hands entangled.

“Oh God of Defeat and Tricks! Please order me your next order!”

The statue began to glow and a piece of paper appeared out of nowhere and began to fall down to the ground.

The man looked to the ground until a paper entered his sight. “Oh thank you, God!”

He watched the paper until it touched the floor and picked it up.

{Send the Twin Scouts to Phyli as an act of help.}

The man read the paper. “I accept your beautiful graceful order! I will fulfill it even if it kills me! Oh God of Defeat and Tricks! May you die and be reborn stronger!”

He slowly crawled toward the ladder. The man wore a ragged white cloth and his skin was covered with coal. A metal chain was tied around his neck, hands, and feet. The metal crackled as it dragged across the stone.

The man reached the ladder and carefully climbed it as slowly as he possibly could.

As he opened a latch above the ladder, a bright light covered his eyes, and multiple people who carried towels and fancy changed clothes.

The people stayed quiet until the man completely got out of the latch and closed it.

“Would you like a bath first, my lord?”

“No, get my papers and get Crawman, I have an important letter for him to transport.” Said the man who was a lord.

“Yes, my lord.” The man bowed and handed the clothes he carried to another man, and then he left.

“Let me clean you up, my lord.”

Two men held the lord and dragged him up from the ground. Multiple maids then slowly cleaned the coal off his skin and undressed him.

The room they were in was the bedroom of Viscount Ferad, The Noble of Riches. With a giant bed made from gold and many different artifacts displayed against the walls, you wouldn’t deny that the room was nothing normal.

But when you look at the events in the room, it will make your opinions change even just a slight bit.

The viscounty of the Ferads is a city that was made up of just two generations. Now if you don’t know the rankings of a monarchy, to be able to reach the status of a viscount, a family that had a history of less than a thousand years is an impossible feat.

The door opened and a man dressed in cloth armor, a sword on his waist, an instrument on his back, and pieces of scrolls on his belt pack. “You have called for me, Lord.” his body shivered for half a second at the sight of the naked man, but he stopped it before he was caught.

“I need you to deliver something for me.” The Lord said in a monotone voice.

“What is it, my lord?”

“It is…” Ferad looked around him, “Get off me!” he yelled. The servants jumped a few meters back and the man was left naked. He walked closer to Crawman.

“It is a letter to the City of Phyli.”

“Oh, Phyli? May I ask why lord?”

“No.”

Crawman immediately knew to never ask again. He grabbed an empty scroll from his bag and gave it to the lord.

“Someone get me a table!”

Two men hurriedly carried a small table to the lord. The space between the lord and Crawmen was too small and they placed the table sideways to the lord.

“And a cha-”

“Sorry for the wait lord!” A woman carried a chair and placed it down.

“So anyway.” The Lord laid the scroll down the table and plucked a feather off the man's hands.

Crawman opened a bottle of ink and placed it on the table.

Farad began to write on the scroll and immediately closed it. “Send it to the Phyli as fast as you can. Also, fine the Twin Scouts and pay them as much as you need.”

“Yes, my lord.” Crawman bowed and cleaned his things up. As soon as he was completed everything, he left through the door.