Lord of Caldera

Chapter 1 One More Chance

One day, without any warning, Nick found himself inside a game. The name of the game was Throne of the Supreme.

It was a fantasy game set in the medieval era, where players became one of the warlords and waged conquest.

The objective the game presented to Nick was simple:

[Victory Condition: End your life as the ruler of a domain.]

However, the conditions were tough. He was born in a rural village. Although he had noble blood, he was an illegitimate son. To make matters worse, he had no exceptional talents.

From the very start, he was in a disadvantaged position. In terms of difficulty, it was rated above advanced. Yet, Nick simply laughed.@@@@

"That's nothing."

He had played this game over and over, hundreds of times. Becoming the ruler of a domain? That wasn't a problem at all.

It wasn't like he had to become a king, just a noble with some land. A baron or a viscount would suffice. What could possibly be so hard about that?

There was a time when he thought like that.

"Huff, huff!"

Nick—no, the man now called Sylas in this world—was riding his horse frantically.

His body was covered in wounds from the fierce battle he had just fought, and every part of him was screaming for rest.

Sylas wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep right then and there. The problem was the men chasing him from behind.

"Catch him! He went that way!"

"Let the others know! We can't let him escape!"

Persistent bastards. Sylas ground his teeth as he listened to the mercenaries' voices. It would've been nice if they were amateurs, but no, their moves proved they were seasoned veterans.

Just as expected, the footsteps around him started to multiply. It was clear the net was closing in on him.

"Damn it, this is so unfair."

The mess Sylas was in wasn't even his fault. It was all because of the Corleone family's foolish blunder, which had earned them the emperor's wrath. The emperor had vowed to wipe out the entire Corleone family. For Sylas, who had left the family long ago, it was like a bolt out of the blue.

"Damn that emperor."

Even in an era where familial punishment was normal, wiping out an entire family was extreme. Many nobles had protested the emperor's excessive order, but he had ignored them all and carried out the massacre.

Now, Sylas—who was guilty of nothing—was caught up in this nightmare. Then, from a distance, a knight shouted.

"Sylas Corleone! Aren't you ashamed as a knight? Stop running like a rat and face me with honor!"

"That bastard...!"

Just when it seemed he might escape, the knight encouraged the mercenaries. The mercenaries, who were about to back off, went wild at the mention of gold coins and charged again.

Crossbows and bolts rained down from all directions, and spears repeatedly lunged at him. He dodged as best as he could, but there was a limit.

Thud.

"Cough!"

A bolt struck Sylas in the back. As his body swayed, the horse sensed its rider's instability and recoiled.

That small opening proved to be fatal.

"Fire!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

At the signal of the mercenary captain, bolts flew in from all directions. There was no time to evade or any way to survive.

Sylas shut his eyes tightly, feeling the slow approach of death. A phrase he had long held in his heart echoed in his mind.

'If I could just have one more chance.'

Having played this game hundreds of times, he had let his guard down. When things didn't go as planned, he made the mistake of giving up on moving forward and settling instead.

Above all, it was deeply frustrating to die like this because of something that wasn't even his fault.

If he could start again, he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. It was all too late for regrets.

Thud.

"...!"

Sylas couldn't even scream as pain pierced his body like a porcupine's quills. His consciousness began to fade, and it was the moment Sylas fell from his horse.

[Ending the 'First Playthrough' for tutorial purposes.]

[Preparing to enter the main story, 'Second Playthrough.']

[Data inheritance complete. Removing the 'Mediocre' trait exclusive to the first playthrough.]

[Starting the second playthrough from the restart point.]

'...What?'

Before he could react to the words that echoed in his ears as he was dying, a white light enveloped Sylas.