The bunker was powered by the city grid, solar panels, and wind turbines, and it could also run on a gas generator. It was equipped with a gym, entertainment studio, armory, auto shop, and even a pool. No wonder nobody bought it – the setup was overkill, probably costing more than my entire net worth in my previous life. But it was perfect. 

What I was really thinking about, though, was the armory. Guns were still useful; they could kill dire wolves and lower-ranking monsters. A really good gun might even immobilize or distract a mid-ranking monster. Showing them around a fourth of the bunker, I left them to explore. There was something I needed to check.

“Reveal,” I mumbled.

[Status]  

[Race]: Human  

[Age]: 17  

[Skills]:  

- Eyes of a Genius  

- Wind Blades  

- Lightning Speed  

- Emotion Manipulation  

- Telepathy  

- Author's Will  

[Blessings]:  

- Blessing of ???  

- Born of Fate  

[Curses]:  

- Curse of ???  

- Flawed Spirit  

Reading each ability, I focused on the first one, [Eyes of a Genius] – a skill that allows its user to calculate an enemy’s physical attacks. Then, [Wind Blade] – an ability that creates a strong, sharp gust of wind. [Lightning Speed] – boosts one’s speed to an as-yet-unattained level. [Emotion Manipulation]– allows one to manipulate others' emotions. [Telepathy] – allows mental communication. [Author's Will] – as the author of this world, I possess the power to alter anything within it; however, each change costs my life.

Then I reviewed my blessings. [Blessing of ???] – You are a ????? of ??? and have been blessed with protection against the world. What? What does it mean???? I wondered. [Born of Fate]– your fate is untouchable. Perfect.

Moving on to my curses: [Curse of ???] – the world is always after you, trying to destroy you. Okay, that makes sense, I thought, as I shouldn’t have been able to reincarnate here without dying instantly; I guess that was taken into account. [Flawed Spirit] – your regrets have manifested and haunt you, the more you lose yourself. My regrets, huh? In a cold tone, I wondered if it would count my previous life’s regrets. But that still didn’t explain what Kan said about my soul.

There’s a lot I’m left wondering. Who killed me, how, and why? And, Can I still use my abilities from my original world? Sitting in a meditation position, I reached deep within my soul, trying to see if I still had my mana core. After a while, I found it, and what I saw shocked me. My mana core was shattered, with fragments missing. I could still use mana, but I couldn’t replenish it after it was gone. Then my second ability, or perhaps attribute, appeared: Shatter. 

As I uttered the word, a sharp pain pierced my soul, and I gritted my teeth. It barely works. If I use it for too long, I might die. But even with my mana core in pieces, I could still live without it. 

Now, the next topic: who killed me? Trying to remember the face, I failed miserably. But how did they manage to hurt me, let alone get near me so easily? I was a Killer-class hunter; a mere gun wouldn’t have made me flinch. But to penetrate my skin and kill me… that’s the confusing part. I’d killed monsters capable of destroying planets with ease, and I should have foreseen my death years before it happened. 

What happened? And then it hit me – the person who killed me had to be an Ascender-rank hunter with a high affinity for space and time. Well, I’ll be damned.