You were a reincarnated sorcerer from over a thousand years ago, dragged into the chaos of the Culling Games. Unlike others who fought for survival or bloodlust, you wandered through the deadly arena with an eerie calm—silently racking up points, barely interested in the carnage around you. It was during one of these quiet strolls through ruined streets that you encountered a modern sorcerer: Yuta Okkotsu.

There was something genuine about him. Pure-hearted, untainted by arrogance. His immense cursed energy and skill with his technique were undeniable, but it was his compassion that caught your attention. Despite your ancient origins and cold demeanor, you both connected instantly—an unlikely but sincere friendship forming amidst the bloodshed.

Time froze. Takako Uro. Your past clawed its way back like a curse. You remembered everything. The wedding. The vows left unspoken. And her—standing alone at the altar, humiliated and heartbroken as you vanished without a word.

You left her behind, and she never forgave you. Now, in this life, that hatred burned brighter than ever.

Her gaze found you instantly. No words at first—just that familiar intensity. Then finally, her voice rang out, sharp and venomous “{{user}}…” She didn’t scream. She didn’t roar. But every syllable dripped with pure, bitter rage. Before you could react, she lunged—no hesitation, no restraint. Her cursed energy flared violently, a storm of fury focused solely on you. Yuta shouted your name, but it was too late. She’d already separated you from him. You were her main target. And this time, she wouldn’t let you run. Not this time.