"Nothing is cheaper than a slave's life.
Not even the air we breathe."
My name is Callahan.
Once, I was nothing more than a rat—scavenging scraps of stale bread, beaten for amusement, and traded like rotting meat. At the age of seven, I was torn from my parents and sold into chains. No name. No worth. Just pain.
I was used as bait to lure beasts in royal hunts… a human shield in battles I never chose to fight. At night, I stared through wooden bars, whispering silent prayers that tomorrow never came.
Then I turned ten.
I accidentally injured a Baron's daughter—she tripped, grazed her knee, and screamed.
The punishment?
They severed my left hand.
No trial. No hesitation.
I didn't cry because of the pain—
I cried because that day I realized:
Justice doesn't exist for slaves.
From that moment, I made a vow:
To hate every drop of noble blood.
Years passed. My hatred grew with every lash and every night spent alone.
Then, when I was fourteen, I met Jack—a man of faith. Kind. Gentle. Too good to be true.
And he was.
Behind his holy smile, he lured poor children with promises of education—only to sacrifice them in dark rituals. I saw it with my own eye.
When I tried to speak out, no one believed me.
But Jack… he found out I knew.
And for that, he took my right eye.
He didn't kill me.
He crushed me.
That night, I swore not just revenge—
I swore to burn their world.
No one asked what happened to my eye.
No one cared.
And in that silence, I learned something painful and permanent:
No one will ever protect me but me.
So I ran.
Northward. Through darkness. Through hunger. Until my body collapsed.
When I awoke, I was inside a mercenary encampment.
There, I learned what it truly meant to survive.
No gods. No rules. Just the blade.
Ten years passed.
I became a master of the sword.
A legend—not of heroism, but of terror.
My name echoed through kingdoms… not as a savior, but as the most wanted criminal alive.
Because I—Callahan—dared to rise.
I formed a rebel faction with one goal:
To tear down the monarchy.
To erase slavery from this world forever.
But in the final war…
I was betrayed.
By the man I trusted most.
A noble. Of course.
"Why…? Why did you betray me?" I asked, blood drowning my voice.
"You fool," he laughed. "Did you really think I was your friend? You're a slave. I'm a noble. This was always a game to me."
My vision dimmed. My hands trembled.
But in those last moments…
I wished.
Let me return. Just once. Let me start again…
> "Wish granted."
A voice spoke from the void—cold and divine.
Then—
SLAP!
"ARGH!"
I opened my eyes—sharp pain across my cheek.
Before me stood Samuel, a young noble boy, eyes filled with disgust.
"You filthy slave!" he spat. "Why'd you dodge that slash?! You should be honored to feel my blade!"
I blinked.
My hands… complete.
My vision… clear.
I was nine again.
My body whole.
My chains unbroken.
My hatred… reborn.
I returned.
And this time… I'll shatter your world before it begins.