Reincarnated As The Antihero

The Challenge

Nicholas stirred from a restless sleep, shivering beneath the thin blanket he had wrapped over himself the night before.

The cave, once a temporary haven, had offered little protection against the bitter cold that had transformed the jungle into a frozen wasteland. His breath emerged in visible puffs, and he rubbed his arms continuously, trying to bring warmth into his limbs.

As he emerged from the cave, blinking in the early morning light, Nicholas' eyes registered the significant change in his surroundings.

The cold desolation of the previous night had given way once again to a lush, vibrant jungle. Birds chirped cheerfully, and the air was thick with the earthy scent of plans and trees.

It always felt unreal how the jungle had reborn itself overnight, shaking off the icy grip that had held it captive. The beauty of it all marveled Nicolas each time he sees it.

Standing at the edge of the clearing was the man who had taken Nicholas under his wing, training him for the Armageddon