My Path of Revenge After Being Reborn as an Anti-Hero

Reborn?

Duke Frey's manor, bedroom

Lying on a sumptuously adorned bed was an unconscious teenager, his lustrous white hair cascading around him.

His handsome face and pale expression made mature women eager to stroke him and embrace him.

Gradually, the teenage boy's eyes opened, revealing a dazed expression.

"Am I already in the afterlife?" he mumbled, his gaze shifting to the surroundings that strangely bore a familiar semblance.

With confusion etched across his face, the boy furrowed his brow.

"Why do these surroundings seem so familiar?" With an effort, he attempted to stir his body, seeking to break free from his disoriented state.

Yet, as he made an attempt to move, a searing agony coursed through his body, causing him to cry out in anguish.

The pain radiated from his chest, abdomen, and a portion of his right arm.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed through clenched teeth, his determination unyielding.

He closed his eyes, focusing on regulating his breath and seeking solace in a moment of calm.

With renewed composure, he reopened his eyes and swiftly surveyed his surroundings, eager to glean any clues that might help unravel the enigma before him.

As he beheld the unmistakably familiar surroundings and the room etched deeply into his memory, the teenage boy's eyes widened in profound astonishment.

"This?!" he exclaimed, his gaze fixated unwaveringly on the room, his astonishment growing with each passing second.

"Isn't this my room?" he exclaimed in utter disbelief, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and a hint of fear, as though encountering a ghost from the past.

A look of incredulity washed over his face, battling with the remnants of his traumatic memories.

"How is this possible?! Didn't I perish when I plummeted off the cliff? The wounds inflicted by the holy magic and the relentless poison... they should have consumed me entirely."

He grasped his head, questioning the authenticity of his surroundings and wondering if this was merely an illusion born from his fervent obsession.

Swiftly, he reached for his cheek, pinching it firmly with his left hand, only to be met with an intense surge of pain that rippled throughout his body.

"Ouch!" he groaned, wincing as he gingerly rubbed his cheek.

The realization dawned upon him—this was undeniably reality, not a mere figment of his imagination or a dream.

"I... reborn?!" The teenage boy stood there, stunned and incredulous, his voice barely rising above a whisper.

Every detail before him, every sensation he experienced, cemented the irrefutable truth—this was not an illusion but an authentic return to the past, a rebirth into a bygone time!

Gazing upon the items he had once owned and lovingly collected, his eyes scanned the statues and intricately carved swords adorning his walls, each one holding a special place in his heart.

Tears welled up in his eyes, a surge of emotions overwhelming him, yet he found himself unable to shed a single tear.

"I, Allen Frey, am truly reborn!" he repeated through his choked sobs, rubbing his tear-filled eyes.

He never could have imagined that he would be granted another chance to rewrite his destiny and alter the course of his future.

The pain of his past wounds remained etched deeply within his soul.

The memories of betrayal, rebellion, the loss of his loved ones, and other dreadful experiences remained etched in his mind, eternally etching themselves into his consciousness.

Swiftly brushing away his tears, his once innocent countenance transformed into an icy mask, revealing a cold and determined expression.

"Now that fate has granted me another opportunity, I shall settle every debt owed to me!" His captivating red eyes radiated an intense glow of vengeance.

The atmosphere around him shifted abruptly, becoming charged with an overwhelming tension.

Collecting himself, Allen took a deep breath, and the atmosphere surrounding him gradually regained a sense of calm.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he murmured, "First, I need to assess my condition."

Despite the waves of excruciating pain coursing through his body, he summoned every ounce of determination to rise to his feet.

"I should be able to!"

Summoning all his willpower, he clenched his teeth and persisted, gradually maneuvering himself to sit on the edge of the mattress.

"Huft!" Inhaling deeply, beads of sweat formed on his forehead and neck, evidence of his exertion.

With painstaking effort, he slowly rose from the mattress, testing his stability as he attempted to stand.

"Why does my body hurt like this?"

Frowning in confusion, he struggled to recollect when he had experienced such intense pain in his body during his teenage years.

Suddenly, his eyes widened as the memory flooded back.

"This... Isn't this the exact sensation I experienced when I lost consciousness during the mutation of the mana in my body?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and realization.

He took a deep breath, and the memories of this incident were etched vividly in his mind, filled with seething hatred.

It was none other than the actions of someone who had poisoned him, causing a mutation in the mana within his body and nearly resulting in his demise.

"Wait until I exact my revenge on you!" Allen clenched his teeth, his face contorting into a grim expression.

With his composure fully restored, he moved purposefully towards the magnificent mirror positioned at the farthest corner of the room.

Struggling and propping himself against the wall, he eventually reached the mirror and beheld his own reflection.

"I've truly returned to twelve years ago!" He clasped his face, memories flooding his mind from that time.

And he knew that this marked the beginning of his harrowing nightmare.

Suddenly, while he was practicing, he collapsed and remained unconscious for months.

It was revealed that he had been poisoned, resulting in his mana route going haywire.

Even he himself struggled greatly to control the mana.

"I woke up at just the right moment!" Allen muttered, his hand pressing against his forehead as his gaze fell upon the floor.

A chilling smile adorned his remarkably handsome face, adding an air of enigma accentuated by his bloodshot eyes.

He lifted his head, locking eyes with his reflection in the mirror.

"No matter what, I'll make you all pay!" His bloodshot eyes seemed to ignite as sunlight streamed through the window, casting a fiery glow.

Lost in his thoughts, a knock echoed from the other side of his bedroom door.

"Knock!"