The old gods are gone. Shattered or imprisoned. The new gods stand above the realms having severed the branches of Yggdrasil, the world tree. They have stripped functions from the systems and restrained the growth and powers of the mortals beneath them. Their rule is absolute, and all the realms lay under their full control, at the mercy of their whims. Or so they thought… A man wanders the abyss, his reincarnation was broken when his will could not be erased; alone and unable to find a way out for eons. A saviour arrives and quickly dies before dumping him in a world that operates under game-like rules he barely comprehends. He’s given a series of quests to complete while fleeing from the creatures that have followed him from his once home in the void. So much for a peaceful second chance. System prompts keep nudging him toward bigger, nastier battles, while whispers of some meddling deity suggest his reincarnation wasn’t exactly legit. He must overcome his moral reservations when confronted with a faction of bloodthirsty lunatics, and diplomacy goes straight to hell. His best shot? Level faster than this broken system or its ruling gods will allow—preferably before the never-ending night and its monstrous residents bury him. Having lost his memories, glimpses begin to seep through the cracks in his ego; whispering of a former life and the man he once was. Deciding that he is who he decided, overcoming the shackles of his past and the shackles the gods would place upon him, he must harden his resolve and overcome cosmic forces if he wishes to carve out his own destiny in this new reality. Brutal combat. Harsh magic. A single question: who’s really in control here?