Synopsis
Arteon, of the 3rd Corps on the northern front of the Kadrian Empire.
He endured hell for ten years, following orders without question.
But in the end, all he received was treatment unworthy of a human, betrayal by his superiors, and death.
“We were nothing but pawns on a chessboard.”
If he had known it would turn out this way…
“I should have at least resisted… even just once.”
Then, closing his eyes and opening them again, he found himself back in his days as a new recruit.
So then…
The Vargas spear techniques and magic cultivation methods used by the hero of the northern front.
“This time, I’ll claim them for myself.”
Given a second chance, this time he would never be used again.
