Reset After Solo Clear: Shadow Master Rebirth

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“I’ve defeated you, Malacath,” Azrael said, breathing heavily as he sheathed his sword.

The tower stood like a wound that would never heal in the skies of Aurelis, the most popular LitRPG game in the world. Black stone rose beyond the clouds, fifty floors that had devoured the reputations of so many guilds since the very first day the server opened. Hundreds of players had tried, and they had failed. Everyone knew the tower was impossible to conquer alone.

Yet at the peak of the fiftieth floor, only one figure remained standing, gasping for breath among the ruins of the strongest monster ever recorded by the system.

Azrael.

[Solo Clear!]

At his feet, the corpse of the boss, Malacath the Keeper of the Final Dawn, began to dissolve into particles of light, leaving behind a shower of rare items that fell like burning petals.

There were no cheers, no applause from any guild. Only silence, because not a single player had been reckless enough to climb this floor today, exactly one day after the coalition of the seven strongest guilds in the server had failed completely.

[Congratulations! You are the first player to clear Floor 50 solo]

A faint smile formed on his lips. “I finally did it.”

He had just begun to open his inventory to check the boss loot when the world around him froze.

[SYSTEM WARNING]

[Anomaly detected: Individual power exceeds allowable threshold for solo achievement]

[Reprocessing account data...]

“Wait, what is this?”

Raka tried to pressing anything but not respond. Even his character felt frozen, like watching a paused recording. He could see himself standing there, but he could not move a single finger.

“Hey! Answer me!” he shouted at the system, as if yelling could force lines of code to listen. There was no response. Only silence, and it made his frustration burn hotter.

The screen in front of him shifted, from the usual system blue to a deep black filled with faint purple specks, like staring into a void.

[Account detected: AZRAEL]

[Level: 187]

[Status: RESET]

“Reset? What kind of nonsense is this? I just finished it.” His voice rose, a mix of disbelief and panic creeping in. “I just finished it! Six years, six years I spent building this account from nothing, and you’re telling me it gets reset just because I cleared it solo?”

Anger came quickly, burning away what little confusion remained. “This isn’t fair! I didn’t cheat or use any bugs, I didn’t steal anything. I’m just better than other players. So why is this damn system punishing me for that?”

Memories of hundreds of hours grinding through empty dungeons while others slept, the allowance he saved just to buy rare gear, the nights he woke at three in the morning just to join server events that only opened once a week. Every second of effort had led to this moment, to the peak of the tower he had just conquered alone.

Now the system was going to erase it. As if none of it had ever happened.

“Give it back,” he pleaded, his voice cracking between a command and a desperate request. “Give me back what’s mine.”

His words cut off as his body began to break apart into particles of light, just like the boss he had defeated moments ago. He felt no pain, and that made it far more terrifying, as if the system was not punishing him, only erasing his existence with cold, clinical efficiency.

And then, everything went dark.

[Welcome to Aurelis Online]

[Please create your character]

“What is this? The character creation screen?” Raka frowned, tapping his fingers in the air even though there was nothing physical to touch. “Why am I back here?”

There was no answer.

He exhaled slowly, trying to steady the surge of anger, confusion, and unfamiliar fear rising inside him.

[Available Class: SHADOW MASTER]

[This class is only available to accounts that meet special conditions]

[No other options]

“Shadow Master,” he repeated quietly. “I’ve never even heard of this role. Not even on the forums that discuss hidden classes.”

He had read community, strategy forums, even data-mining reports from players who tried to tear apart the game’s code. Not once had this name appeared.

“Well, if this is my only option, I don’t really have a choice,” he said.

He touched the box, and the world exploded into color and his vision returned to normal. Raka found himself standing in the middle of black stone ruins that looked like the remnants of an ancient battlefield. “This isn’t the beginner city where new characters usually spawn.”

[STATUS WINDOW]

Name: Nox

Class: Shadow Master (Hidden Class = Locked)

Level: 1

HP: 120

Shadow Energy: 50

Shadow Capacity: 1 unit

“Nox,” he said softly. The system had assigned it without hesitation, as if the name had been waiting for him all along.

He had just begun to check his completely empty inventory when the ground in front of him cracked.

The air around the stone shifted first, before anything appeared. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees, and an invisible pressure slammed against Nox’s chest. Instinct, sharpened from hundreds of battles, screamed a single command. Be ready!

Slowly, something emerged from the shadowed fissure above the stone. A massive dragon took shape, its wings formed from shards of pure darkness, its eyes glowing deep crimson. Its presence expanded, filling the space.

A wave of aura radiated from it, exactly as Nox remembered.

His body reacted faster than his thoughts. He lowered his stance, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet, his hand rising toward his waist where his shadow dagger rested.

“Malacath?” he whispered in disbelief. “This is the boss of Floor 50.”

[Erebus Guardian has joined you.]

[Source: Malacath, the Keeper of the Final Dawn]

[Shadow Capacity: 1/1 filled]

The notification appeared at the exact moment Nox was about to leap back. For a few second, the words on the screen made no sense at all. Not Malacath, but Erebus Guardian. A name he had never heard before, clearly not the name of the boss he knew.

The creature lowered its head toward him, its movement slow, almost reverent. Nox began to notice something strange in the creature’s gaze. There was no hostility, nothing like when they had fought at the top of the tower.

“Do you remember me?” Nox asked quietly.

The Erebus Guardian did not answer with words. Instead, something flickered through Raka’s mind, like fragments of a dream that did not belong to him. Pieces of memory about the tower, about their battle, about someone standing at the peak of the fiftieth floor, looking at it with the same eyes as now.

Raka shook his head sharply, trying to dispel the strange sensation. He looked back at the notification, forcing himself to process its meaning.

“The system reset me, but that same system also gave you to me as a reward,” he murmured, finally standing fully upright, though caution still lingered in his eyes. “That doesn’t make sense, unless this isn’t just a punishment. If this isn’t a punishment, then what is it?”