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[Name - Dian Skyster]
Age - 16
Title - Elemental King (Temporarily locked due to host's insufficient power), Rebeler(New)
[ Rebeler – Bestowed upon the soul not born of this world, yet destined to reshape it. Your presence bends the threads of destiny — changing the courses of kings, heroes, heroines, and many others.
Active Effect – You will not be directly targeted by fate while this title is active. ]
Stage - Mage (2nd stage)
Elements - Wind Lv2, Fire Lv1, Water Lv2, Earth Lv1, Ice Lv2, Thunder Lv1, Light Lv1
Attributes –
Strength - 88/100
Agility - 90/100
Defense - 89/100
Stamina - 155/300 (Skill used)
Mana - 196/300 (Skill used)
Luck - 45 (Newly added) [Normal Max - 100]
Skills – Lust Incarnate, Elemental Zone, Bizarre King, Stamina Flow, Impregnation, Eyes of Perception
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His eyes glinted with light. Curiosity and excitement surged through him as his gaze fell on the newly added information.
"Rebeler?" he muttered, reading the new title, then its description.
A confused look crossed his face as he finished. "Hey, System, what's with this new title?" he asked, finally standing after regaining some energy.
"And what's all this fate stuff?"
With a chime, a feminine voice rang in his mind.
"Host," the System began, "you are here, but you were not supposed to be. Dian Skyster is already dead." She paused, letting the words settle.
"So when your soul entered his body and you woke up as Dian, becoming involved with others, their destinies changed. Fate shifted. And you — the one who changed it — became a *Rebeler*."
Dian nodded slowly. She was right… the original Dian Skyster had already died.
"So... is this a good thing or a bad one?" he asked. The System's tone remained calm, but he could sense unease beneath it.
The System was silent for a beat, then said, "Fate doesn't seem to appreciate your interference, Host. So right now… it's a bad thing."
"Hm? What do you mean *right now*?" Dian asked.
He sat on the sofa in the middle of the hall, one leg crossed over the other, back resting casually. His expression was neutral, but a faint flame sparked in his eyes.
The idea of defying fate thrilled him. Isn't this... exciting?
Before he could sink deeper into his thoughts, the System's voice pulled him back.
"Host," she said louder this time, "by *right now*, I mean Suzine and Gianna."
Dian's expression changed instantly. His posture straightened, serious. "What about them?" he asked, voice hardening.
"Host, Suzine was supposed to end up with her fated partner. Gianna was meant to be rescued by hers — and later, fall in love." Her voice was grave.
Even though it hadn't been that long, the System already understood one thing about Dian — his women were his everything. He valued them above all. (Even if they were someone he just met)
"But with my interference, their fates changed," Dian finished the thought before she could.
"Yes," she confirmed. "Now, their fated partners — those chosen by destiny — will come for you. We call them *The Chosen Ones*."
"So, all in all… you're saying they'll come for *my* women?" Dian asked, a wicked smile tugging at his lips.
"Basically… yes. And if you interfere..." she trailed off. The silence said enough.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall shifted. The air around Dian grew heavier. But he calmed himself. He knew rage alone wouldn't get him far. Only a calm mind could win battles.
Seeing him composed, the System continued. "Even knowing they're in love with you, the Chosen Ones won't back down. As their fated partners, they will still fall for them… and try to win them over by any means necessary."
"And as a fate *Rebeler*, you'll automatically be seen as an enemy," she added.
Dian nodded, carefully memorizing every word. "So… I just have to beat them, right?"
"And I know I'll become the strongest."
"No," the System replied firmly. "You can't *just* beat them. They're not just anyone, Host. They are *The Chosen Ones*. Fate has given them privileges you can't even imagine."
His eyes flicked to his stats, to the *Luck* bar. "If you're talking about my shitty luck, yeah. It's ridiculously low." He groaned.
Even with the system's help, his luck was only 45.
The System responded dryly, "I can't help you with that."
"Umm… hey, exactly whose side are you on?" Dian asked softly. "Weren't you supposed to help me become strong? How can they beat me if I'm stronger?"
"What are you saying, Host!" she yelled — the first time her tone had risen. "Of course I'm on your side!"
Then, with a huff, she fell silent.
Dian could imagine her pouting. He chuckled. "Hey, okay-okay, my bad. I'm sorry," he apologized.
"But you know, I can already imagine how beautiful you must be — just from your voice."
There was silence for a moment. Then came a faint chime. "At least your imagination is good."
"And as for you being the strongest — you will be. But not instantly. I can help you, but your body can't handle it yet. There are preparations to be made. That's a topic for another day," she explained.
"Right now, Host, you need to train. Gain experience. Because the *Chosen Ones* are coming — and fate itself is backing them."
Dian nodded. It made sense. He needed training and experience — his mind drifted back to the basement, the panic, the struggle to even break free of chains...
But before he could say more, a voice interrupted.
"Young Lord," said a maid. "Dinner is ready. And Lady Gianna is waiting for you."
"Hm." Dian nodded. He stood and headed toward the dining hall. He definitely needed the energy after today.
He also needed time to process all this… and plan accordingly. His mind was calm — already thinking about his next moves.
Well... *not* entirely calm.
Shit! It totally slipped my mind!
Suzine!
He remembered the System mentioning her earlier. It had been weeks — how many, he couldn't even count. And he hadn't contacted her once.
A mental image surfaced — a fairy-like woman with icy blue hair and eyes, dressed in a maid outfit, pouting adorably.
She's going to be pissed... Dian thought.
Wouldn't she?
And maybe… he was right or not.
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Far from Dian...
Under the moon's soft, shimmering glow, a figure stood silently by the window, gazing at the sky.
"When will you come back, Darling...?"