Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

The blood crystal pulsed, and the world changed.

Lines of light fractured across its surface and expanded outward into a massive translucent screen that stretched across the entire sky of the domain, visible to every being within the Game of Chaotic Ascension simultaneously. The chaotic battles below did not stop — people were still killing, still hunting, still evolving — but one by one, heads lifted. Weapons slowed mid-swing. Eyes turned upward.

Names began etching themselves into existence. Not slowly, not gracefully, but violently, each one carving itself into the leaderboard with a surge of raw energy as though every point gained carried physical weight, as though the act of killing and consuming and surviving was being branded directly into the fabric of the sky.

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[Leaderboard of Regalon Exarch]

1. Veyrom — 114,330

2. Kaelion — 92,940

3. Serreka — 71,221

4. Draven — 70,552

5. Lyra — 63,887

6. Thornell — 63,110

7. Zephir — 61,664

8. Nythera — 52,209

9. Varok — 51,502

10. Elmyra — 50,331

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The names didn’t stay still. They flickered and shifted in real time, numbers climbing with every passing second as if the leaderboard itself was alive and hungry, feeding on the violence happening below it.

Somewhere deep within a shattered canyon, Veyrom stood alone among dozens of floating corpses, his body half-broken — ribs exposed through torn flesh, one arm hanging uselessly at his side. He was smiling. A card burned itself into his palm, and the notification that bloomed across his vision read simply: Exotic Flame: Abyssal Devour Fire. Black fire spread across his body in answer, not burning him but devouring everything around him, and enchanting his body. The corpses dissolved into streams of dark energy that flowed into the flame like rivers returning to a sea, and his wounds closed as though they had never existed. His aura surged outward in a wave that cracked the ground beneath his feet, and on the leaderboard far above, his numbers climbed further still.

In a forest that had long since stopped being a forest, transformed now into a sprawling, open graveyard of shattered trees and blood-soaked earth, Serreka moved like a flowing water. Ten fighters surrounded her in a coordinated formation, and she let them come. She let their blades pierce her body, let the steel find purchase, let them believe for one single, fragile second that they had her. Then she vanished, and every attack passed through empty air. She reappeared behind them all at once, and when her hand moved just once, a single unhurried motion, and thin black threads spread outward from her fingers and connected to each target like the strings of some enormous, terrible instrument. She clenched her fist. All ten bodies split apart simultaneously, clean and absolute, as though they had always been meant to come undone. Her points surged. She was already walking away before they finished falling.

Kaelion had built himself a throne from the dead, standing atop a mountain of corpses with the calm of someone who had long since stopped finding the carnage interesting. When a massive beast lunged at him from the treeline, he didn’t move, but a crimson construct erupted into existence behind him instead, shaped like a towering armored knight that swung in a single devastating arc and reduced the creature to fragments before it could close the distance. Kaelion raised one hand almost lazily, and the blood pooled across the battlefield responded, lifting from the ground in shimmering curtains before shaping itself into spears that shot outward in every direction, finding the fleeing survivors who had thought distance would save them.

Far above a frozen lake, Lyra floated in perfect stillness while the entire landscape below her lay encased in black ice that she had exhaled into existence. Anyone who stepped onto it slowed, movements becoming thick and dreamlike as the cold reached into them. Anyone who raised a weapon against her froze solid where they stood, preserved in the moment of their own aggression. She extended her hand toward the lake’s surface, and the ice cracked along invisible fault lines she alone could see, and everyone caught within her domain shattered outward into fragments that scattered across the dark surface like broken glass.

Across deserts, oceans, and the ruins of cities that had been consumed and repurposed into battlegrounds, the top ten carved their dominance into the world with an efficiency that was almost artistic. Each of them was evolving in real time, adapting to whatever the chaos threw at them, bending the rules of the game around the shape of their own growing power.

Above it all, Almond and the others watched in silence.

Those who kill others takes all of their points, so once people dominating different regions clashes against each other, there would be jump in points.

“I wonder who will be the first to reach one million points and get Asura-rank.” Lily chuckled. “How about we observe for ten minutes and then place our bets?”

“Sounds like a fun game to time pass.” Saffa nodded with a grin. “Let’s do it.”

“This is indeed fun.” Natalia nodded. “And it will be even more fun when the person I pick kill the people you picked.”

The blood crystal continued to pulse against the sky, steady as a heartbeat, and the leaderboard showing top 100 shifted again — numbers climbing, names flickering, the hierarchy reorganizing itself with every death and every kill and every desperate, violent act of survival happening below. What had been pure chaos was becoming something else now. Something with structure. Something with teeth. The bottom-tier plane was no longer just a place where things died, it was a selection process, a system, a stage being set for something far larger than any of them had yet been told to expect.

…

On the other hand, the top 1000 among the 17k+ teams were chosen as the round one of Pocket Realm Mayhem was officially over.

Now, the round 2, which was also the final round, would decide a single team as the winner —wining the ultimate prize.

[Round 2: Ascending Mayhem Peaks ]

[ All 1000 teams will appear in 1000 different mountains. Upon reaching their peaks, you may move to the second layer of mountains, consisting a total of 500 mountains. Each mountain then will have two teams on it, and only one team can proceed ahead. Condition: eliminate the other team.]

[If you succeed, you will appear in the third layer where there will be a total of 100 mountains. Each mountain then will have five teams on it, and only one team can proceed ahead. 400 teams will be eliminated, and the remaining 100 will arrive on 10 mountains, where each mountain will have ten teams, and only one will proceed to the last layer, where the last ten teams will fight until only one remains.]

[All mountains from first layer to the fifth layers will have monsters that would gradually get stronger, with Tier-100 Monsters inhabitating on the last mountain.]

[If you want to survive, you may surrender before getting killed. Cost: one random card from one of your decks.]

“The cost of surrendering is nasty.” Maya wryly smiled.

“Tier-100 monsters?” Rudran blinked. “Can we deal with them?”

The majestic black wolf shook his head. “The four of us working together can suppress one Tier-100 monster, and all of us together can suppress two, and that too thanks to some of the high-tier gears the four of us have that we won from events with Master John.”

“Haha, I knew this wouldn’t end without letting us feel that dread and excitement of permanent erasure.” Pymon crackled with smooth and sizzling lightning rapidly. “Boys and girls, last mountain will be a real hot pot. You all better finish your third deck completely so we can have some more arsenal of powers.”

“We will need you and your decks at max ultra potential.” Rexion nodded. “Remember, we have 50% chance to win this at most, and that’s because the events always have elements that can annihilate even the strongest people participating in it.”

Chronavel nodded. “Moreover, we already know two other teams equal to us in power as the three of us can swiftly kill other each. So the priority would be complete safety of Rexion and I, so we can revive the rest of you. Alfred is literally immortal, so he will go full power when the time comes. Our aim is to kill enemy resurrectors first and secure advantage.”

Everyone nodded.

[Round 2 will begin in five minutes. Get ready.]