Amamiya Hiroto was never the kind of person fate seemed interested in protecting.
Even before everything went wrong, his life already felt strangely empty, no family left, no real connections, barely anyone who would notice if he disappeared. So when a terrorist attack sinks the ship carrying his class and leaves more than a hundred students dead, Hiroto dies the same way he lived, quietly, while trying to help someone else survive.
Death should have been the end of it.
Instead, he wakes alongside the other victims before a god who promises them reincarnation into another world, a reward almost straight out of fantasy stories. Powerful abilities, blessed destinies, heroic futures, everyone receives something.
Everyone except Hiroto.
Because of a mistake no divine being bothers fixing properly, Hiroto is left with almost nothing meant for him. By the time the error is noticed, the others have already moved on toward their new lives while he is pushed into a future even the god responsible describes with visible guilt.
And somehow, things continue getting worse from there.
Rather than becoming a hero, Hiroto spends his next life trapped in circumstances that slowly strip away what little trust he still has in people. The world he enters is advanced enough to mix magic with science, but beneath that progress is something deeply unsettling, experiments hidden behind locked doors, individuals treated less like humans and more like resources waiting to be dissected.
Hiroto becomes involved in that darkness far earlier than he should.
What makes his situation frightening is not just the suffering itself, but the reason behind it. There is something abnormal about the Mana inside him, something powerful enough that people begin fearing it almost as much as they desire it. Rumors surrounding forbidden magic and unnatural research quietly start spreading in the background, while the “heroes” blessed by the gods continue building their legends elsewhere, mostly unaware of what was left behind.
By the time death reaches Hiroto again, he has already stopped expecting fairness from either gods or humanity.
His next reincarnation throws him into an even crueler world filled with monsters, hostile races, and ancient conflicts that never truly ended. This time, he is born as a Dhampir, a being distrusted almost immediately for existing at all.
Still, some things followed him into this new life.
An overwhelming amount of Mana.
A terrifying connection to death itself.
And a growing hatred that may eventually become more dangerous than either of those things.
