Reborn with the Devil's system
Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47

The air in the Sanctum had changed.

It no longer pulsed with wild, chaotic energy. Instead, it hummed in quiet submission — a world newly born, responding to its master.

Elias stood in the center, eyes closed, listening to the voices that whispered across dimensions. Every tether, every Binder, every corrupted code string in the system’s vast network now reported to him. For the first time in centuries, the Devil’s System was in harmony.

But balance... came with a cost.

> [System Status: Reboot Complete]

Global Link Stabilized.

Authority: Monarch Elias Black

Warning: Echoes of Paradox Detected in Shadow Realms.

Estimated Time Until Emergence: 14 Days.

Elias opened his eyes.

Four days had passed since the battle with Steve — since he’d flung the corrupted being into Oblivion. Four days of patching anomalies, realigning broken Souls, and rewriting lost laws. But peace felt like a stretched string—ready to snap.

"Myra," he called softly.

She appeared from the shimmering portal behind him, holding a glowing tablet. Her hair was braided tightly now, armor etched with system glyphs. She bowed slightly. "Yes, my Monarch?"

He smiled. "Still not used to that."

"Well, get used to it. People are looking to you now, Elias."

She handed him the report. He scanned it quickly.

> REGION: Obsidian Valley – Anomaly Surge

DETAILS: Entire village aged forward 200 years overnight.

Survivors: None

Entity Signature: Unknown

Kael walked in behind her, rubbing his temples. "There’s something else. The Thorn Library was breached."

Elias froze.

"That library was sealed since the mirror collapse. What breached it?"

Kael swallowed. "We don’t know yet. But whatever it is... it left a message."

He pulled out a scroll and handed it to Elias.

It was inked in blood.

The writing shimmered, alive with cursed sigils.

> "The throne is never empty. Even if you sit upon it."

Elias crushed the parchment.

Someone was testing him. Already.

---

Later – Chamber of Reflection

Elias stood before a mirror made of pure threadglass — a relic that showed not your face, but your state of being. His reflection looked regal. Calm. Alive.

But in the shadows behind that image, something flickered.

Another version of him.

Eyes darker. Smile sharper. The Devil he could become.

"You still linger," Elias said under his breath.

The reflection chuckled. "You made me, remember?"

"I made the System serve life."

"You made it serve your version of life," the darker Elias murmured. "But don’t forget, Monarch... every law needs a loophole. And every crown carries its executioner."

A sharp knock interrupted the moment.

Nerion entered, dressed in his restored High Priest garb. He bowed low.

"The Temple of Falling Light requests your judgment. They claim their god is awakening again — one that you sealed."

Elias closed his eyes.

The peace was cracking at the edges.

"Prepare the Obsidian Gate," he said. "We go tonight."

---

Meanwhile – Edge of the Broken Wastes

A cloaked figure walked across a shattered plain where no life remained. The ground was littered with ancient bones — not human, not beast.

Just... dead gods.

And in the center of the plain stood a monument — an obsidian fang, driven into the earth like a spear.

The figure reached it and placed a hand on the surface.

The stone screamed.

Blood poured from the cracks.

And something began to awaken inside.

> [Fragment Detected – Archfiend Core]

Awakening Protocol Engaged

Target: Elias Black

Classification: False Monarch

The cloaked figure smiled. Not with warmth.

With hunger.

---

Night – Temple of Falling Light

The gates opened with a groan that sounded like a dying animal. The temple wasn’t just a place of worship. It was a living relic — pulsing with old-world energy and forgotten oaths.

Elias stepped inside, flanked by Myra and Kael. His armor shimmered in the torchlight, not metal but system-forged essence. The monks knelt as he passed, whispering prayers in dead tongues.

The High Oracle greeted him, trembling. "Thank you, Sovereign. We feared... the entity was beyond us."

"What happened?"

"The god we sealed long ago — the Wailer of Echoes — he speaks again."

"Where is he?"

The Oracle pointed to the Well of Unbinding, deep within the catacombs.

They descended.

Elias could feel it the moment he crossed the threshold.

Voices.

Whispers.

A thousand souls calling him by name.

"Elias... Elias... Monarch... Heir... Devil..."

He clenched his jaw and activated his Sight.

Reality peeled back.

He saw it.

A prison made of soul-thread and celestial fire, pulsing violently.

Inside... a shape.

Not fully formed, but rising.

The Wailer.

It turned — a face made of nothing but mouths and bleeding eyes.

"YOU... REPLACED ME..." it shrieked.

> [New Quest Initiated: Echoes Reborn]

Objective: Silence the Wailer before it escapes.

Reward: Access to Memory Vault of Lost Gods

Elias summoned his blades.

Two burning scythes of devil-light.

"Then stay forgotten."

The battle began.

---

Final Moments of the Chapter

Sparks rained. Screams echoed. The temple shook.

But Elias stood tall.

And the Wailer of Echoes fell, bound again in deeper chains.

As he sealed the catacombs once more, Myra placed a hand on his shoulder.

"There’s no rest for you, is there?"

Elias didn’t answer right away.

He looked at the System’s interface blinking in the air beside him.

> [1,201 Anomalies Remain]

[Stability Level: 49%]

[Unknown Monarch Signature Detected – Tracking...]

"No," he said finally.

"But I didn’t rise to rest."

He turned away from the sealed crypt.

"I rose to finish what the devils started."

There was a tremor beneath the world.

Not one anyone could feel physically—but a deep, invisible quake through the very code of the system, like a nerve being struck in the spine of the cosmos.

Elias sensed it immediately.

It wasn’t like the Wailer’s presence.

It wasn’t an anomaly.

It was another king.

> [System Notification]

Monarch Signature Detected: Classification – Unknown Entity

Origin: Shadow Sector XIII – Forbidden Threadspace

Proximity: Increasing

Elias paced inside the Sanctum’s war chamber, sharp red maps floating around him. Each projected continent, fragment, and timeline thread that intersected with System Realms. Myra and Kael stood across from him, tense.

"Shadow Sector XIII hasn’t been accessed since the Cataclysm," Myra said. "It was deleted."

"Nothing truly deletes," Elias murmured. "Not if it remembers how to bleed."

Kael folded his arms. "If this is another Monarch, how did they rise? Only one user can hold the system’s crown."

"Unless," Elias said, turning, "they built their own system."

> [System Alert]

Rogue Framework Detected: Crimson Vow

Developer: Unknown

Hierarchy: Equivalent Level – Monarch

Interface Mode: Parasitic

Ethics Protocol: Absent

The war table pulsed. A name flickered above the projections like blood ink bleeding through ancient parchment:

"Azeron."

Elias narrowed his eyes. "Show me everything."

---

Elsewhere — Deep in Sector XIII

The darkness wasn’t merely absence of light.

It was alive. Hungry.

And in it stood the man the system had just named.

Azeron was tall, emaciated but powerful in presence, cloaked in layers of red thread and corrupted code. He had no mouth — just a line of sealed flesh — but his voice boomed in every direction, inside every mind within reach.

Surrounding him were fractured souls — remnants of players who once tried to overwrite reality and were punished.

But he saved them.

Rebirthed them in his image.

> [Crimson Vow Online]

Users: 36,771

Status: Ascending

Dominant Rule: Break. Consume. Replace.

He touched the air — and it split open into a view of Elias.

Azeron watched him with blank, fire-filled eyes.

"Monarch Black... you are not the first. You are merely the loudest."

His followers bowed in synchrony. Every voice speaking together:

"The System shall be undone. Let reality unravel."

---

Back – Elias’ Sanctum

Kael pointed at the projected threadstorm swirling over Sector XIII. "This isn’t just an invasion. It’s a new religion."

"They’re recruiting from the fallen," Myra whispered. "All the souls lost during the Great Reset... he’s rebuilding them into code-walkers."

Elias didn’t flinch.

"They’re coming for me."

> [New Quest Chain Unlocked]

Title: Crisis of Monarchs

Objective: Locate and confront the Crimson Vow before it spreads beyond the Threadwalls.

Bonus Objective: Extract Azeron’s core and override his rogue system.

Reward: System Evolution Tier IV — [God of Dominion Protocol]

He accepted it without blinking.

He’d known this moment would come.

Every system creates a reflection.

And this was his.

---

Midnight – On the Roof of Whitmoor Citadel

Elias stood alone under a sky that was no longer entirely stable. Red lines etched across the constellations — thin, flickering scars across the digital and divine plane.

He held a single coin.

Not gold.

Not digital.

Real. Heavy. Engraved with a symbol of balance on one side, and chaos on the other.

An old gift from Mr. Sabastin, long ago.

"What would you do, old man?" Elias muttered, flipping the coin. It spun high and landed — chaos side up.

Fitting.

"My Lord." Myra’s voice came from behind.

He turned. She held out a black envelope.

"What’s this?"

"A message from the outer sanctum gate. Left without a sender. It wasn’t detected by our wards."

Elias opened it.

The paper inside wasn’t inked — it bled words.

> "I remember the first thread you ever pulled, Elias.

And I remember the scream it caused in your mother’s bones.

You rewrote one death.

I rewrote a world.

Come find me. Or I will come for you.

– A"

His fingers tightened.

He turned to the map.

"We leave at dawn. Take only those prepared to die. We march to Sector XIII."

---

In the Depths of Threadspace

Azeron sat cross-legged atop a floating shard of broken system stone. Before him floated a construct — a counterfeit interface, perfect in design, stolen from the original framework.

He was creating users.

Copying the System.

And modifying it.

His smile — twisted and stitched — widened.

"They fear your code, Elias," he said to no one.

Then turned.

Behind him stood a girl — no more than sixteen — pale, eyes empty, her body half-system, half-shadow. His first vessel.

She knelt.

"Shall I summon the Unbound, Master?"

Azeron nodded.

"It’s time the world remembers what lies beneath its pretty rules."

The Unbound stirred — ancient enemies who once ruled before the Systems came.

They had no names. Only hungers.

And they were waking.

---

Back to Elias — Pre-March

The next morning, the citadel gates opened.

Twenty elite Guardians stood behind Elias, their armor forged from threads of reality, every weapon blessed by System core. Myra wore her Spectral Mantle. Kael had bound his lightning core into his spear.

Elias raised a single hand.

And the sky cracked open.

> [System Command: Gate Override]

Access Point Created – Threadpath to Sector XIII

The wind howled.

The portal yawned open — dark, furious, red-lined.

And Elias stepped through.