Kaelen Vane died as the Crimson Eclipse devoured the sun, the Demon Queen Ysolde's laughter echoing across the burning sky. He was twenty-five, a D-rank [Support] with a broken sword and a dead sister in his arms. Humanity's last stand had been a joke, and he was the punchline. He woke up five years earlier, body twenty again, on the morning of his Rite of Ascendance—the ceremony where youths receive their class and place in the hierarchy of power. The gods grant classes: [Warrior], [Mage], [Rogue], [Support], [Healer], ranked from E to SSS. The strong rule the floating city-states. The weak serve or die in the monster-infested Wildlands below. Kaelen remembers everything. He knows which dungeons will collapse, which "heroes" will fall to hubris, which noble houses will sell humanity for power. He knows that in four years, Ysolde will shatter the Seals and the world will drown in blood. But this time, he carries [The Hollow Crown].