Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

World of Mythraldor.

A decade had passed since the Emperor of Salvation and Liberation disappeared on an unknown journey. Though his absence weighed heavily on many, time had not stood still. The world had developed immensely in his absence.

The Primals, once bound by their struggles between two races, now thrived in a harmonious yet competitive society. Friendly competition hubs encouraged growth and strength, preparing them for what was to come.

Their unity proved crucial when outer creatures from space began invading. With unique abilities and skills, they defended their homeland, standing strong against the unknown forces.

At the heart of their resistance stood the Three Generals and other powerful figures of the Central United Liberation Empire. Under their leadership, victory was within reach.

Yet, as time passed, stronger and more terrifying creatures emerged, pushing them to their limits. But something equally extraordinary was happening—the Primals began awakening a strange, mysterious power within themselves.

This newfound force was called The Laws.

Many Primals discovered within them a Law Tree, an enigmatic source of cosmic power beyond mortal comprehension.

Adding to their strength, the discovery of Law Stones revolutionized their understanding of the Laws, granting them unparalleled opportunities for growth and comprehension.

With these newfound powers, the Primals became a force to be reckoned with—a power so great that even conscious space-faring civilizations dared not cross their path.

Newage Heroes emerged: During this time, legends arose—warriors whose might and wisdom shaped the era.

The Three Generals – Supreme strategists and warriors who led the Central Liberation Empire's forces.

The Naga Siblings: Sen and Sienna – Twin serpentine warriors whose combined strength struck fear into any invader.

Drake Silvermoon & Yona Silvermoon – A formidable couple, their synergy in battle unmatched.

First Commandment Quin AxelCrest – A divine enforcer of order and justice, title given upon by the Ruination Emperor himself.

Vespera, the Vampire Queen – A ruler of the night, whose charm and ferocity dominated battlefields.

Gabi & Maru, Lords of the Hydras – Two warlords commanding legendary, multi-headed serpents.

Butler Yu – A shadowy figure of unfathomable skill and loyalty.

The Wolf King & Queen – Sovereigns of the beasts, their primal strength unrivaled.

These heroes and many more ensured that the World of Mythraldor would never bow—not to time, not to war, and not even to the endless void of space.

In the imperial City of the United Liberation Empire – The Gathering of these was ongoing.

It was the yearly gathering—a time when all the top officials, commanders, and Guardians of the empire came together to discuss their territories, the future, and the ever-changing state of the universe.

At the very forefront of the long table sat the Three Generals, now taken upon the role of Guardians.

The rest sat quietly, lost in their own thoughts.

At one side of the table, Belial, once a man of boundless energy, now looked slightly aged. He sat beside his beloved wife, Celeste, her radiant presence unable to mask the sorrow in their hearts.

They both wore the same melancholic expressions, their thoughts lingering on the two people they had lost—their beloved daughter and son-in-law.

Would they ever see them again?

Across from them, Drake and Yona Silvermoon, now fully matured, sat together as a couple. Their strength and wisdom had grown over the years, yet deep inside, they still longed for the old days—the days of battles, adventures, and the unwavering presence of their Emperor.

The mood in the hall was heavy.

Sitting further down, Sen and Sienna, the powerful Naga siblings, exchanged glances, their usually fierce and confident eyes clouded with emotion.

Beside them, Quin AxelCrest, Vespera the Vampire Queen, Gabi and Maru, and many other legendary figures shared the same sentiment.

The entire hall, lit by golden chandeliers, felt unusually silent.

A feeling of emptiness loomed over them all.

The Three Generals sighed.They knew exactly what was on everyone's mind.They were not mourning the past.They were waiting for their lost ruler to return.

But after a decade of silence, could they still hold on to hope?

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, faint ripples started to take form inside the room.

Everyone immediately became alert, their sharp senses detecting the anomaly.

Space-time cracked, revealing a man—a being whose mere presence was so overwhelming that even the faintest release of his aura could destroy the world in an instant.

Yet, he wasn't unleashing any pressure.

And still… they felt it.

An existential crisis gripped their hearts as they gazed upon this extraordinary figure.

Their hearts shook while looking at the man's figure clearly.

He wore simple robes, black in color, yet they seemed to blend into the abyss itself. His eyes were as deep and unfathomable as the void, and his physique radiated divinity itself.

His handsomeness and aura were beyond mortal limits.

Each cell in his body carried more power than the combined strength of everyone in the room.

A moment of silence fell over them.

Then, someone finally spoke—his voice trembling, "Emperor!"

"Y-Your Majesty..." The Guardians uttered in disbelief, their voices shaking.

Even though a decade had passed, how could they ever forget this man?

The man of legends.

The man of everyone's dreams.

The Progenitor of the Primals.

The Founding Emperor—

Aengus Degaro.

The Ruination Emperor.

The one whose legend and deeds were still spoken of by the elders to their children.

"Generals, the time has come."

Aengus addressed the generals before turning his gaze toward the others.

"I am here to take you beyond—to the stars—where you can shine like the others."

A stunned silence filled the room.

"Your Majesty... You have returned? Am I dreaming?" Quin asked in disbelief.

Aengus smiled slightly.

"No, you're not. But I see you've grown well, Quin." His gaze lingered on Quin, now a fully grown man.

Belial and Celeste, ignoring the others, instantly rose from their seats, their eyes filled with desperation.

"Son-in-law, where is my daughter? Is she fine?" Belial asked anxiously.

Aengus nodded reassuringly.

"Yes, she is fine and well. You can see for yourself soon."

Drake, his expression tense, took a step forward.

"What about Sister Aria, Brother-in-law? Is she fine as well?"

Aengus's expression darkened slightly.

"Aria... She is not fine... We encountered some problems."

A heavy silence followed his words.

"Please, Your Majesty, take your seat while you speak," one of the officials offered, sensing the tension.

Aengus nodded and took his place at the very front of the hall.

While the conversation continued, a monumental event began to unfold—without Aengus even lifting a finger.

The entire world of Mythraldor began to move.

A silent yet unstoppable force wrapped around the planet, propelling it across the vast starry sky toward an unknown destination.

The people in the room could feel it—the shift, the movement, the unimaginable power at work.

And all of it… came from the man before them.

Their Emperor.

Their God of Ruination.