REBORN IN A WORLD OF MAGIC AND TALENT, I AWAKENED THE HB SS

The Unrepentant

‎SUNG LUO'S POV

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‎"Tell me, Sung Luo. Do you regret your actions? Do you regret everything you've done throughout your ten-thousand-year reign?"

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‎The Grandfather of the Universe questioned me, his voice calm yet powerful enough to shake the stars themselves. His glowing golden eyes shone brighter than countless suns, illuminating entire galaxies with their radiance. His colossal body dwarfed planets, stretching across the endless void like a divine mountain suspended in space. 

A long white beard flowed gracefully beneath his handsome features, while his immaculate white armor radiated a majesty far beyond anything I had encountered during my ten thousand years of conquest and destruction.

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‎A faint chuckle escaped my lips. My vision was fading. Darkness slowly crept into the corners of my sight as the last remnants of strength abandoned my broken body. I had fought him with everything I possessed. Every technique, every secret art, every ounce of power I had accumulated over millennia had been unleashed. Yet in the end, the gap between us had proven insurmountable. The difference in our strength was like an apple attempting to climb back to the top of the tree without help. Without limbs, without support, it could only dream of reaching its destination.

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‎"I have no regrets, Grandfather." A bloodied smile stretched across my face. "Hell, if I were given another chance, I'd do it all over again."

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‎My voice remained firm and unwavering despite my condition. My will had not bent. My convictions had not wavered. Even now, as half of my shattered body drifted through the endless darkness of space, I felt no remorse for the countless worlds I had conquered and reduced to ruin.

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‎"Hmm... interesting." The ancient being studied me in silence for several moments. His eyes seemed capable of peering into the deepest corners of my soul. I said nothing. Speaking any further would only hasten my death.

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‎"In all my years watching over the universe and the realms beyond, I have never encountered a warrior quite like you, Sung Luo." His voice carried a hint of admiration. "A man who remains loyal to a path of chaos without concern for the consequences. A man who walks willingly into destruction while dragging entire civilizations behind him." His expression softened slightly. "And even at death's doorstep, you refuse to abandon your beliefs. You continue to walk a road that has ended countless lives and shattered countless worlds."

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‎The old god smiled. It was not a smile of kindness. It was the smile of a scholar observing a rare specimen. "I acknowledge you as a worthy opponent. Had fate been different, you would have made an exceptional disciple." His eyes narrowed. "But you chose another path."

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‎The surrounding universe trembled. "Sadly, you must be erased forever." His voice transformed into a divine thunderclap. Entire galaxies shook. Stars flickered. Space itself seemed to bow beneath his authority. "For the sake of the universe, you must never be reborn." The Grandfather slowly raised a finger. "For the sake of the Ancient Balance..." His aura exploded outward. "...you must cease to exist."

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‎BOOM!

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‎A terrifying force descended upon me. The mighty finger struck. I watched silently through blood-red vision as my body disintegrated. Cracks spread across my spirit like fractures in fragile glass. My flesh burned away into ash while my soul itself began to shatter. Yet throughout it all, I continued smiling.

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‎Death had finally arrived. As I drifted deeper into the endless void, my soul fractured further with every passing second. There would be no recovery from this. No miraculous escape. No hidden technique to save me. The old god remained where he stood, watching carefully. He wanted to ensure his attack had accomplished its purpose.

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‎With what little strength remained, I slowly raised my right hand toward the distant white light beyond the darkness. My fingers curled into a fist. "Old man..." My voice emerged as little more than a broken roar. "I'm not done bringing chaos and despair to this universe yet." I clenched my fist tighter. "I swear to return one day." The darkness consumed more of my vision. "And when I do..." My shattered soul trembled violently. "I will..." I coughed blood. "I will turn everything beneath my feet into blood and ash!"

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‎Silence answered me. The Grandfather offered no response. But it mattered little. I had spoken my promise. That was enough.

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‎Deeper and deeper I sank into the primordial void—a place older than creation itself. A place where the first Chaos Being had been born before the existence of heaven, earth, stars, and time. My soul finally reached its limit. 

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‎Crack! 

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‎The sound echoed through my consciousness. Then another. And another. Soon my very existence began breaking apart. I accepted it. This was not the death fate had planned for me. No. This was the death I had chosen for myself. A conqueror's death. A tyrant's death. A fitting end for Sung Luo.

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‎Then something unexpected happened. A crimson screen suddenly appeared before me. Its appearance was silent, yet the power emanating from it shook me more than the Grandfather's presence ever had. It felt vast. Boundless. As though it existed on a level beyond the universe itself. Beyond reality. Beyond creation. Beyond everything.

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‎A line of glowing red text appeared.

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‎[Do You Wish To Be Reborn?]

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‎[YES] [NO]

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‎At this point, only my head remained intact. Without hesitation, I made my choice.

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‎[You Have Chosen To Be Reborn.]

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‎[Commencing Transfer Into A New Universe.]

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‎[Sung Luo Has Been Granted A Second Life.]

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‎[Transfer Completed Successfully.]

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‎I stared at the screen in confusion. I had no idea what it was. I did not know how it knew my name. I did not know where it came from. But one thing was certain. I was going to live again. And this time, no Grandfather of the Universe would be able to stand in my way.

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‎More glowing text appeared.

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‎[System Integration With Host Soul Successful.]

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‎[Note: Go Forth And Dominate Your New World, Sung Luo.]

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‎System? The word was familiar, yet felt different from what I knew. Before I could think further, a massive crimson vortex appeared beneath me. The force was overwhelming. I was sucked into it instantly. The speed was unimaginable. Stars became streaks of light. Dimensions blurred together. Space and time twisted around me as I traveled through the endless crimson tunnel. The journey seemed to last nearly a minute. Perhaps longer. I couldn't tell.

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‎Halfway through the transfer, my consciousness finally gave out. Darkness claimed me once more.

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‎When I eventually opened my eyes, I was greeted by a strange sensation. Warmth. Softness. Comfort. Something soft pressed gently against my back while something even softer supported my head. For a moment, I simply lay there. This feeling was unfamiliar. 

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‎In my previous life, I had spent ten thousand years pursuing power, conquest, and domination. I had never once allowed myself the luxury of comfort. I believed that chaos was needed to keep the balance, without it — the universe would be lost in more deeper problem than just chaos. As I chased after it, I found myself wanting to rule over everything. 

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‎Yet now, as I slowly regained awareness, I found myself surrounded by a warmth so soothing that it almost felt unreal.

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‎For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Sung Luo awoke not on a battlefield... But in a bed.

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